Memories come and go, 

like birds on a feather.

We're always together;

Only in memories.

Bad ones stay;

but good ones go

I can't change them

I have no control.

Because memories come and go.

As age increases.

Our memory decreases.

Past is harder to lose,

Present is harder to gain.

The future is harder to take.

Good turns into pain

Bad turns into happiness.

How much more can we obtain?

Some to lose to gain the ne.

But memories are never gone forever, 

it stays hidden for the best.

But inside all of us is memories.