On My Flights Of

On my flights of fancy past friends i do see The mental images of them do remain with me Though my journey in life has led me far away From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day In reality time leaves us all looking older why otherwise pretend And a friend of the past is just that a past friend But for as long as our gift of memory we retain Mental images of the past in our minds do remain In life so few lucky enough to make it to the pinnacle of wealth and fame And no two journeys in life are exactly the same Though it has been many years since i lived near the Town of Millstreet On my flights of fancy past friends i do meet But the now is all that does matter as the wise one does say And i feel happy enough in where i live today.