Memories never get old & aged.. These always remain young,
Within heart these keep beeping up & down full flung,
Now I am getting aged & may not be able to skip a leg on beats,
All because of an injury I had got & may be shall after treat,
But then memories of all those olden times remain in me,
sometimes while listening to oldies.. Sometimes pasting a glee,
On face.. on recalling mesmerizing days spent following one,
when time seem an endless trial.. all I had.. were dreams in turn
which used to flow on days & nights.. in anticipation of having one in arms,
those were different & difficult days but made into reality with causing no harm,
To any..Well I know gone times never return yet something remains
That are memories.. Keeping these young forever within without any disdain..
Am Old with Young memories..👴🏼
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