Losing My Memory
LOSING MY MEMORY
Factual material
In dissembling separate realms
Different lots at an auction sale
Of a lifetime
Purchased with precious time
Time wasted ;
Now with instinct feelings
All disassembled
And greater than the separate parts.
Jumbled in the lumber room of memory
Lots of material -
And volumes are increasingly
Missing from my shelves.
I know I had them once
But they’re gone :
Sometimes in the illogic of sleep
They return momentarily.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2015
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