The Way We Were

Memories.
Like the corners of my mind.
Misty water colored-memories
of the way we were...

Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind.
Smiles we gave to one another
of the way we were.

Can it be that it was all so different then?
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,
Tell me, would we? Could we?

Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget.

So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were.

I spent some time this afternoon looking at my 9th and 10th grade yearbooks. I don't think I've done that in a few decades. Getting back in touch with some many via Facebook got me to thinking what was going on in my life back when I really knew some of my FB friends. It was an interesting journey backwards.

I've said it before, but I'm so glad to be where I am now in life. Oh, maybe there are a few years I'd like to go back to, but not to stay. Being older is so much better! Not the "older" part, but certainly the more comfortable-in-my-skin part.

I posted pictures of some of the pages on Facebook and have already been getting comments back. Such fun! (It's hard to photgraphy, though.)