Do You Remember
Age nibbles at life
Getting older makes you think twice
Strolling down memory lane
You noticed some things never change
Memory, is more complex; of mute agenda and subtext
Sometimes I can’t think what is next?
In my own imagining, I begin to live.
In my own remembering, all my sins please forgive
A primitive mix, of future thoughts and subtle tricks.
I have a headache too much thinking makes me sick
I have many days of happiness that were much too brief.
There is longer nights of pain and grief.
In the deep pits of my mind
My past is not hard to find
Today will be a memory yesterday is a memory drifting away
When I reminisce of my past I have nothing to say
What would we be without the power to recall?
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all
Memory of our past and of our future,
Leaves us with endless wounds to nurture
"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you
never want to lose.”
Kevin Arnold
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