Memory is a funny fair weather friend
It’s mysterious ways we are still unable to fully comprehend
Old and forgotten relics from the past
Are etched in our soul hard and fast.
Yet yesterday’s meal or the morning news
The ever vigilant brain comes up with a sheepish excuse.
A childhood relic, a sweet memory of a bygone age,
Our clever little brain seems to open up just the right page.
The answer lies in those powerful thoughts,
The emotions that connect the dots,
The feelings that make us remember every single detail,
Are the reason we reminisce every nostalgic tale.
