I wish I had started writing sooner

Think of all the memories I have lost 

If I could get them all back again 

I would pay the price, whatever the cost 

 

I am lucky that I can put behind me 

The rare bad times throughout my life 

I have been fortunate and blessed 

Mainly good times and much less strife 

 

I didn't enjoy being a teenage student 

In my younger days I would write a log

Noting “important” events and dates

Forty years on, I’m writing my little blog

 

I discarded my old written memoirs 

Disposed of diaries from distant past

I try to hold on to good memories 

And record them so that they will last

 

I may not have written very much

Over the recent forty odd years

But I have taken lots of photographs 

Filled with memories that I hold dear

 

Is there anything more precious 

Than recalling happy times and places

Flicking through a photograph album

And seeing loved ones smiling faces