Each week as I enter the Garden Room
My thoughts soar, my heart pumps fast;
You canít tell by looking the pleasure I feel.
Itís really something special; itís really for real.
Eight to ten seats with wheels on their chairs,
Each face expectant, devoid of worldly cares,
Each face expecting a familiar line back into their past,
Giving them a sign to visit days past
And also be kind,
For all memories are not beautiful, as weíd like them to be;
But we dwell on only the good times.
Take a bundle full, and youíll see
The smiling faces, the sparkling eyes
All in anticipation of a forthcoming tale--
Laughter and glee, as we knew it would be.
No, we cannot go back and relive the past.
Yes, we can relive parts of our life,
And share the best with the rest.
And last, but not least, let us not
Forget the wonderful young lady
Who takes us back each week
To the times we love, to the memories we seek
To relive once again, although only in voice,
Our minds roam back as we make the choice
For a moment or two to escape into the past
Reliving again times that last
Forever and ever until our timeís at an end.
With each episode, we thank you, our friend,
For bringing us together to remember days past
And for keeping us going so our memories will last.