A Memory Sat In the Corner and Wept
A memory sat in the corner of my mind
And silently wept
For the moment it feared has arrived,
The dreaded moment when
It finally aged, pointless and hollow,
A fabric of mind worn-out and yellowed;
And in so doing exhausting the thrill,
Those old anticipations and pleasures lived
When revisiting.
Tomorrow the final, lonely walk shall dawn,
Inevitable, towards oblivion,
Towards where the memory shall expire
As silently as it now cries;
Where all its traces will disappear
Even in brief waking-hour dreams.
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