Memory Is
Memory is,
The remnant of days long since spent,
Before life became abstract due
To this passing of time;
Before days became saturated
With mundane things;
Shall I forever dwell
On those things that passed in the process?
Memory reminds me daily of how great things were,
When life consisted of more than answering the phone,
And responding to the WANTS of others.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2014
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