The Way We Were

Memories . . . like the corners of my mind

misty, water-coloured, memories

of the way we were!

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind

smiles we gave to one another

for the way we were!

Can it be that it was all so simple then,

or, has time rewritten every line?

If we had the chance to do it all again,

tell me, would we, could we?

Memories . . . may be beautiful, and yet,

what's too painful to remember

we simply choose to forget

so it's the laughter, we will remember,

whenever we remember,

the way we were!

. . . the way we were!