A memory

this is about persons memory and how they want to remember it foever.

The memories I see,
Of how things used to be.
My friends and family are there,
I see more then their blank stare.
The videos go by, playing in my head,
I want to remember them until i am dead.
I want to see the good times i had,
Never to know at one point i was sad.
My life wasn't pefect, but those memories are done,
They burned up into the sun.
Now i see the good of days gone by,
Here in bed where i lie.
I think of the times of old,
Which i have never told.
I kept to them to myself, to cherrish till the end,
A silent message i will send.
When your end is near and you shall pass,
In the end, its you and your memories alone at last.