My memories are fading every day;

I sometimes speculate how long they’ll last.

Will they endure until I’m old and grey,

or dwindle till I just forget the past?

 

I recollect my youth, or most of it,

and revel in the highs, eschew the lows,

but even now I fear, I must admit,

there are some gaps; you all know how that goes.

 

I try to fill the holes in, bridge the breach,

yet often find the details just aren’t there.

I’m sure I was quite happy on that beach,

but where it was I don’t recall, I swear.

 

I’m getting worried, ’cause as you can see,

nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.