as time goes by
drifting gently through the years
my thoughts begin to wander
across these faded pages
times we once lived through
seems like yesterday
in the spring of our youth
we had such plans
oh they were grand
the places we would see
the things that we'd accomplish
the people that we'd be
oh how we dreamed
but as time drifts by
slowly through the years
i came to notice not the
big grand things oh no
but the smallest little things
my baby's smile
the feel of my woman's body
gently curved against mine
the morning sun shimmering
through the leaves
these are the things
that really matter
as time goes by
~ poem "As Time Goes By" by Michael Traveler,
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