as new days become old and summer end and it begins to get cold we think of joyful days and the memory that stays we find reliving a smile or
a cry it seems that just yesterday someone got married or died the days of old become new agian maybe we might reunight with a childhood friend
or maybe a mistake we made we try to fix even if its the fith or sixth time goes in an out but the time we spend with family and friend is'nt waisted there no doubt