Cascading falls
When the focus blurs
As the years gone
Leaving a breathless spot
The years moving on
The footprints linger in the mind
The mine of many stockades
The inventories long time forget
In the warehouse of stocks
The memories flow images written
Somewhere in the storage
The time forgotten laughter
With ages falling eye sight
The mind works hard to remember
The footprints on the roads travel
Capturing in old forgotten pictures
There it lies
When time has gone
This will be the story
The old; the new and tomorrow
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