A Parade Of Memories
I stood on a mountain and looked to the East,
and what do you think I could see?
All of my memories were climbing the ridge.
They wanted to be there with me.
Then one happy moment came leading the rest.
And next one by one they passed by.
I watched a parade from lost moments in time
some happy but some made me cry.
I tried to hold on to each moment I loved
though soon it ran off in the haze.
And then there memories parading along
recalling the darkest of days.
I stood on the mountain with tears in my eyes
that moistened the smile on my face,
And wondered if I could have felt so much joy
if sorrow had not had its place.
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 10-13-1999).]