Down on Memory Lane

I’m sitting by my window pane.
Sitting, listening to the rain, 
It’s taking me down memory lane

To beaches beautiful and fun,
To family outings in the sun,

Down memory lane,
There is no pain.
Just the chance to meet the ones we have lost,
A page into the past, all shiny and glossed,
Nothing is forgotten and everything remains, 
Down memory lane.

Its streets are cobbled with my past,
It makes sure everything that matters lasts,

Because when we are gone all that remains,
Is memory lane.

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This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.