Through shrouded mist, grey angry sky
Building clouds of thunder, waiting to cry
Mirrors state of mind, in deep regress
Thoughts of the future; need to suppress
The dreams and aspirations yet to unfold
So many ambitions as yet untold
Now those aspirations fade into the mist
Whilst hopes prevail and dreams still persist
Thoughts of times gone by and happy days
Of golden moments where my heart lays
Sweet memories stir in my mind its true
Of fields of clover and skies of blue
Remember me when my time is through
As a friend in deed, just loyal and true
Take time to smile as your memories stir
Of happy times, the way we were
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins
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