FredPeyer

Sweet Memories

Sweet memories floating gently

From twin juke box speakers

Wearing bell bottom pants

And bright red sneakers

 

My hand holds more memories

Bottled into an ice cold beer

Of good times and places

Full of laughter and cheer

 

The cracked mirror behind the bar

Reflects my old wrinkled face

Kind of lived in, with tired eyes

Still shining with purpose and grace

 

The song is over, I get ready to go

My head is filled with memory lane

But no way can I stay in one place

There are still more dragons to be slain