I took a trip today down memory lane
Stopping off at a few friends graves
Not that they could but thought I would have my say
Knowing little difference it would make

I talked about all that we had done
Bringing in both the sorrow and the fun
A conversation of one on one
With every stone I sat upon

I brought up death, I brought up life
And how one must be lost for the other to find
To me that seems like such a crime
As the tears fell from my eyes

I wiped each stone gingerly as I walked away
Not sure they'd recognize me today old and gray
But I do feel better after having my say
From my stroll down memory lane