Memory Lane
 

Years passing by quick to me
They seemed to have passed right through me
Over the rooms, over the heads
I see your eyes and the times we’ve shared

A safe precious place is Memory Lane
They’ve all left a trace –
More pleasure than pain.

I know I have been unkind sometimes
Blamed you for my own troubled mind
I spilt some milk in my childhood
And when I met you I was still crying.

You were not a ghost – you were not to blame
I’ve loved you the most
in Memory Lane.
 

 
[Misericord, Tall Poppy Records 1991]

 

©Jay Clarkson 2004

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