Memories are made of things that happen every day,
Moments as they live them,
Things they do or say.
Little bits and pieces of laughter mixed with tears,
Paragraphs and pages written through the years.
The carefree days of childhood,
The growing pains of youth,
A few illustrations shattered in the endless search for truth.
The friendships they remember,
Mistakes that they regret.

Yes, memories are happening,
Each one a different kind,
Each one a separate chapter,
That is printed in the mind.

They can't erase the sadness or edit out the tears.
They can't undo the wrongs they've done.
They can't relive the years.
Life is full of wonders and adventures
With all types of memories to endure.
But since memories keep building,
Each day can be the start
Of making new and happy ones to
Store within the heart.