17 years of memory and counting

Poem about memory

I sobbed like a baby while listening to Hanson
And I had no idea why
It wasn’t a sad song
So why was I crying?
What happened 17 years ago?
What made me cry over three pretty boys on a band singing songs from the past?
I still have no idea

“No matter how high, no matter how low, I’ll be thinking of you oh.
No matter what I do, no matter where I go, I’ll be thinking of you.”