Remembering’s a funny thing,
the joys and sorrow it can bring;
the meaning coming from that thought
brings happiness that can’t be bought.
But then at times it brings back days
when we’d have lived in other ways.
But all-in-all I want to know
that I can sit and gently go
back to the place where I did live;
the pain and pleasure I did give,
the ships that passed me in the night,
the times of dread and sheer delight.
I know that life would lose its plan
without the past that made this man.