Past memories are like souvenirs
That has been store away,
And what we prize and treasure most
Are our friends of yesterday.
The friends that always were sincere,
And share our company,
They are real keepsakes of the past
In all sincerity.
'Though some are in the Great Beyond,
And are no longer here,
Yet still their memory will remain
To us a souvenir.
At every stage of life we find,
Whatever role we play,
The thoughts that's foremost in our mind
Are the friends of yesterday.
And as we count our souvenirs
We think of days long past,
And know they'll ever with us stay
As long as mem'ries last.
March, 1949
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