Misty watercolour memories of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
smiles we gave to one another
for the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten every line.
If we had the chance to do it all again
tell me would we, could we.
Memories may be beautiful and yet
what's too painful to remember
we simply choose to forget.
So its the laughter, we will remember,
whenever we remember
the way we were.
Barbara Streisands beautiful rendering of this haunting refrain struck me as I looked at some photos of yesteryear. Captured as an instant in time when the scene and the moment was so strong that one felt the need to hold it for a future . How little at that moment did we realise we are always moving on, adapting to new landscapes and new friends. Where are those people in the album,what has become of them, how have their lives turned out.
Perhaps as you turn your page, are they turning theirs and asking the same question of you ?
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