I know the faces
And remember certain places,
Some stories that were told,
And treasures that were found.
I recall words spoken—sometimes—
The emotions that were felt,
The paths I walked,
The road I travelled.
I remember voices and sounds,
The smells and the touch.
The times I was lost,
And the times I was found,
The times I was broken,
And the times I was mended.
Sweta
Stumbled Thoughts 