It is a mystery, the things that keep calling me back
Down paths once taken, along the old dirt track,

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It is a mystery, the things that keep calling me back

Down paths once taken, along the old dirt track

Memories so happy and full of fun

We laughed and joked whether in rain or  sun

Without a thought of what was to come

We danced the beat of a different drum

I hear it often throughout the day

And if for every thought of you, a big bouquet

There would never be enough room to hold them all

I’m sure I’d need a giant banquet hall

The way that we were then

I wished we could be once again

Forever, together, we promised we’de stay

Alas, we got lost somewhere along the way

Now often, memories of us I keep

Locked away until I sleep

Thoughts of you shall keep me warm

For there at least we had great form

 

 

 

 

13 thoughts on “Shell Suite by Chad Valley November Songs

  1. …Old dirt tracks, jokes in the rain, and different drumbeats…Isn’t it amazing that virtually anything can evoke pleasant memories depending on who the times were shared with? This poem is refreshing and lovely.

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