Some Of Them

Some of them are changing day to day

Some of them flicker then they fade

Some of them get triggered off by any crazy thing

Some of them are all that's left

Some of them are just dead regrets

Some of them are shining out through everything I see

Some of them are brittle, some are sad.

Some of them are aching, some are glad.

Some of them are gone so long they're hard to recognise.

Stand close

To the long parade

Watch them passing by In their million ways

Walk on

Through the evergreens

Pass from scene to scene

Through all these yesterdays

Some of them are friends just as they were,

Some of them are gentle, some can flare.

Some of them are crowding closer every passing year.

Some of them live in photographs

Some of them still give me a laugh

Some of them I've altered slowly as they're changing me.