Making Memories
Every day we live might be
A day that we’ll remember,
Burning brightly just before
It fizzles to an ember.
How are we to know at first
Which memories will stick?
The choices aren’t ours to make –
The brain will search and pick.
An ordinary moment
Sometimes stands out from the rest.
Only time determines if
That flash will pass the test.
In our later years, perhaps,
We’ll look back at this day,
Remembering some magic tug
That held us in its sway.
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