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Memories
Sometimes a memory flashes in your brain
Of a scene long past that your mind retained.
It is strange that in a life full of pictures
Few are remembered.
The worst and the best
While the rest
Are discarded to space.
They have no place
In our memory book.
Sometimes we take a brief look
At these time capsules of our life;
The pictures of happiness or strife
The moments of shock and fear
The faces we held dear.
Holding tightly to a mother
Playing with a brother
A birthday as a child
Our youth, when young and wild
The ecstasy and bliss
Of love’s first tender kiss
Memories are the world of today
Intertwined with yesterday
Like a flashback in a movie
Or a scene in a play.
They are what we are.
Though we live in the present
They keep the past ajar.
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