There will come a time
Our physical bodies may decline
We can't walk or travel far
We will be bound to our disability
The photographs will be a solace
Turning the photo albums to remember
The faces and places once we traveled
Friends we knew; friends we had our laughter
The sins we might have committed
The love game we played and stole
Leaving scars behind or footprints in memories
The regrets of living; the echoes of bad vibrations
While sitting in a porch or garden
Sipping hot drinks admiring the glow
Remembering the footprints in memories
Of a time dare to do anything
There will come a time
We may not be able to walk
We will get stuck on disability
It's only memories bringing cheers
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