- Lengthening shadows bring memories
- Of days that have passed us by;
- And I think of time and I think of life,
- And I sometimes wonder why
- That time can't be stayed and enjoyed without
loss
- As the sun and earth and sky.
- And the more I think, the more I am sure
- That nothing can ever be lost,
- That time is the garden of memory
- And life is part of the cost.
- So we trade our lives for those memories
- And we live each golden day,
- And the flowers we grow in our garden
- May have petals bright and gay,
- Or they may be dark and depressing things
- If we live our lives that way.
- So each one may choose and invest his time,
- For time is a part of the cost;
- And each one must live with his memories
- For nothing can ever be lost.
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