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MEMORY LANE

(T. Beechey)



I started out on a sunny day, took a wrong turn and lost my way

That's when the clouds began to roll and left me stranded in my stroll

All I'd known became a farce as the paths to choose grew so sparse

Eventually, just one remained and the signpost read MEMORY LANE



How did I get to Memory Lane?

I followed the teardrops mixed with the rain

Where recollections leave nary a stain

That's how I got to Memory Lane



I turned to a stranger I'd never known and saw his reflection was my own

But now a sadness lined his face because of something I couldn't place

The only thing that was staying clear was that somehow I landed here

In the deepest recesses of my brain on a little street called Memory Lane



And I find myself wandering down Memory Lane

With my only companion, the distant refrain

Of a childhood theme so simple and plain

As I wander along down Memory Lane



The air has taken on a chill as I kept walking, yet stayed still

Each step I took was in reverse --- might be a blessing, could be a curse

Images flash before my eyes --- could be truth but probably lies

There was no longer distance to gain once I stepped foot on Memory Lane



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I looked around for simply a sign that,though I was lost,I'd be fine

All I received were vacant stares from others who had wandered there

So ,arm in arm, we wander through all that's old that's now anew

Now flowing with each current and grain which led us onto Memory Lane



My home is now on Memory Lane

But you can't get here by bus or train

Or subway or car or even a plane

You have to wander onto Memory Lane



Yes,it started out on a sunny day and I was soaking up each ray

When all the clouds gathered round and, on Memory Lane, I was found

When I reach the end of Memory Lane, I'll no longer know pleasure from pain

And, as my time proceeds to wane, I'll bid farewell to Memory Lane