Memory just like an old wine

Little notes from the past

A song that slips in and out of key

Or letters to an old friend who can never write back

A fingertip on the surface of a lake

Causes ripples that have potential to

Yet never quite making it to the other side

To the past I say as I lift my glass high

And drink the memories

A toast to you my long gone friend

While I play a song that slips in and out of key