A walk down the memory lane

Reclining on my chair,
With my hands in my hair;
Was walking down the memory lane,
Of little joy and a little pain.

Memories of my childhood,
Memories of my youth,
Memories of my falsehood,
Memories of my truth.

Were all before me,
Taking me to my past.
Reminding those bygone days to me,
Creating in me an impression to last.

Moments that had made me happy,
Moments that had made me sad,
Moments that had made me chirpy,
Moments that had made me glad.

All those moments have just become one,
Thinking about them only gives me fun.
For they are now my most cherished treasures,
That only give me countless pleasures.

(30 Jan, 2004)