When time has spun that magic web
To which nostalgic mem'ries cling,
The past is lucid....clearer far
Than ANY present-day thing!
A hike atop a favorite hill;
A tussle in the hay;
When time has spun her web....such days
Are just a thought away!
The mem'ry when a sunny day
Fell victim to the rain;
Then...soon...a rainbow found the sky....
The sun had shown again!
When time has spun that sacred web,
It doesn't mean we're old;
The simple indication is......
We're near our pot of gold!
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