Heartfelt


Is it old age that makes us cling
to each well-known place, familiar thing;
Or is it cherished memories,
the things we've shared, you and me?
At the old hometown going back in time,
a place revered within our mind,
We walked together the path that led
to the country church where we were wed.
What makes those places we care about
forever sacred in our heart?
What makes us feel deep in our heart
that tug and pull and quickening start?
Why do we treasure old photographs
as if they were priceless works of art?
Why do we consider a souvenir
something valuable and dear?
Why do we cherish yesteryears
of shared laughter, love, and tears?
If it is not old age that makes us cling,
is it because it is a heartfelt thing?

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