To those who came before,
Memory did not age us.
You did not grow old.
I remember you as you were.

The years dimmed the soul,
And the intoxicated dreams.

To those with dark hair,
And blonde hair,
And somewhere in between.

To those who came and went,
That looked like angels.
Fresh and slender,
With charms and flaws.
I remember you as you were.

Time is not kind,
It stole the looks,
It disguised the figure,
It aged the soul.
The handsome heroes departed.

Sweet youth blown away.
I might recognise you now,
But I choose not to.
Because I remember you as you were.