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Joy of Memories
Memories are nostalgia not, Nor broodings of the ought. Just wispy peeks of the past, High cirrus clouds gone passed. Memories relive good times, A photo found, rings the chimes. A memory spark, an impasse, A departed era, seen through the glass. Fondly I recall my youth, Places I lived, lost a tooth. High school desks, my steady girl, The one who made my heart swirl. Of memories that emerge, There are some that I purge. Solely good ones do I seek, At only those will I peek. Over time, my world did change, Important things did re-arrange. Still it’s warm, with breeze and sun, But some I’ve lost, one-by-one. Some I loved and would never lose, Now remain only when I muse. I cherish moments I have left, The clicking clock far too deft. The present is our only shot, Withholding love is for naught. Each day I wonder, is it my last? With each blink, the now is past. Forget things that make you sad, Forgive all who made you mad. Make memories and be glad, Love family, especially dad. **** Note: this poem is also on Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/437912020
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