What is there to be missed of days gone by
Now those players have bowed their last
As inevitable change leaves cast aside
Who we were when looking at the past

For months or years it no longer matters
The meaning of time lost in thought
What was important framed forever
As pictures we see when of them we talk

Yet as we reminisce those feelings stir
As if today they could walk from our mind
And be who they were when we knew them last
Not just pictures from those days gone by