Won’t you share a story
of a time that has gone
the story of our youth
when we had wings to fly
Won’t you tell a tale
of a place where we were safe
the tale of a neighbourhood
where everyone knew your name
Won’t you paint a picture
of a box of favourite toys
the picture of your childhood
full of things that once were treasures
Won’t you perform a play
of characters you once knew
the play about your elders
to whom respect was always paid
Won’t you score a symphony
of the sounds from your past
the symphony of your family
with all of their highs and lows
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