It was years ago or
maybe it was yesterday
which in some ways it was,

all those yesterdays
become as one as the
memory train trundles along,

but where did those yesterdays go
and the years ago, where did they go?

and the people we knew
and those who knew us too
did they get off the train?

nothing's the same
but
it's all the same
that's
the beauty of
the memory train.