When the steps begin to falter
When the mind's no longer clear
Somewhere comes a voice from childhood
Soothing all our doubt & fear.
Memories of our dear companions
Familiar faces, smiling yet.
Not to be forgotten places
Where our hearts have never left.
Life is but a golden circle
We have travelled back to start
Where the things that really matter
Imprint themselves upon our heart.
Pat
12/11/2011