Memories are like a calendar, pages turned with care,
Each date a snapshot of moments we once shared.
Faded photographs of laughter, whispers in the night,
Captured in the margins, where time feels just right.
We flip through the seasons, the laughter and the tears,
Each month a reminder of our hopes and fears.
Yet as we trace the lines of what once was our song,
We find that though we cherish, we can’t linger long.
For time is a river, flowing ever ahead,
Carrying us forward, where new paths are spread.
We can glance at the past, let nostalgia unfold,
But the present is a canvas, waiting to be bold.
We can never go back to the days that have flown,
Though the heart holds the echoes of love we have known.
So let’s honor those memories, let them light our way,
As we weave new stories in the fabric of today.
For while we can’t revisit the moments we’ve lost,
We can build on their lessons, no matter the cost.
Memories are treasures, but life’s not meant to stall
Embrace the now, for it’s the greatest gift of all.