But for the chiming of the clock 
The house is quiet and still 
With nothing occupying my mind
It's a longing that I feel

Sometimes my mind meanders back
To times long passed and gone
When life was simple and carefree
And troubles were not known

My heart remembers those times once more
As memories come flooding through
But I know that time has passed them by
And there's nothing I can do

So, I'm glad I can't relive the past
And go back to yesteryear
For if I could, I'd surely miss
The time I still have here

The clock will tick and time will pass
And I'll not cloud my mind
With wishes that cannot come true
And memories best left behind
 
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 10, 2005
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