Of things unseen

Or things unclean

Of times gone past

Or days that last

Of springtime flowers

Or high built towers

Of summer browns

Or children's frowns

Of things that prick

Or things that stick

Of things that tickle, poke or flick

Of grade school days

Or high school plays

Of work time fun

And things we've done

Let's not forget

The friends we've met

And hold each part

Close to our heart