Snap a photo.
Jot down the memory.
Draw in your sketchbook.
Sing your song into your recorder.
Just preserve the memory of it.
Blow your trumpet really loud.
So loud it no longer makes a sound.
Be glad, be happy, but not too proud.
Whatever you do, just preserve the memories.
Take your oath,
Its swear in time.
Make your mark at the drop of a dime –
And hold fast to its memory.
You’re not ill-equipped;
We’re not perfect inside.
Pray on through, and enjoy the ride.
These right here are your memories.