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You don't stop laughing because you grow old;
you grow old because you stop laughing.
~Michael Pritchard ~

Childhood Memories

Memories of a special kind
Life lived in a different time
Treasures locked within my mind
Love without a tie to bind

Simple life raised on a farm
Loved, protected, safe from harm
Nestled in my Mother's arms
Big fireplace to keep me warm

Memories of the feather bed
Where I used to lay my head
After evening prayers were said
Peaceful slumber with no dread

Daddy plowing in the field
Working hard for Autumn's yield
Feeling happy  and fulfilled
When work ethic was instilled

Two room school house on a hill
Walking there thru cotton field
Beautiful memories with me still
I treasure these and always will

Jack Young(C)9/24/02
Used with authors permisssion
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Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with fogyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, and are the first to find the best of what will be.