Reflection

I thought of times just past memory, a bit beyond my grasp With time, I fear they fade a bit, yet fail to disappear Like a morning mist they sit, laughing, crying, Joking, challenging my wit- I wouldn’t trade these special times For a trainload of nickels and dimes Riches cannot hope to replace Those shining eyes, that laughing face Resting deeply in the recesses of my mind Those flowing memories of another time