Young Flower

In this life
Memories from the past
Bizarre as they may seem
Forever they shall last

I may remember
A dream come true
My favorite book or song
Beneath the sky that looked blue

I may recall a few places
My favorite pub and whiskey traces
And my face, when I smile
After I had walked a thousand miles

But among these memories
There shall be a lonely hour
For I shall think,
Think of you,
As a young splendid flower