Memory is fading the summers sun at eve
Countless weary efforts to make the heart believe,
Life that once existed still remains but in the past
Struggling now with every thought to make each new one last.
Thoughts that stray to childhood days and recall the spring of life
Adventures then now seam so real to block this new found strife,
The mind it plays these tricks of guess and wonder if then true
Everyday an uphill climb the memories turn to few.