Memories never fade,
Even after goodbyes are bade.
They brighten up our lives,
And thus a person strives.
In the most difficult times,
They serve as dimes.
Our life may be tough,
And sometimes a little rough.
But memories keep us going,
They are seeds of trees sowing.
Which give us life and hope,
Helping us to cope.
I wrote this a very very long time ago.
Fatima Azhar 