Perhaps.

If I was to dream,
then dream I would
of days that have gone by.

Days when your eyes would gleam
and so would mine,
but joys remembered are no longer mine.

As the Sky today turns to stormy hues
Drops of rain turn to deluge
Away from the memory lane I try to seek refuge
only to come back to live on the edge.

I walk in a garden of memory,
reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.
I walk with a cane down memory lane,
perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

Perhaps when my hair has turned to gray
and my face is etched with pain,
And my eyes twinkle with delightful remembrances
I'll walk with a cane down memory lane.
Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.