Memories
An illusion from stories
Referred to as histories
With different mysteries
And diverse controversies
Our teachers would tell us
You will miss some on the way
Some which will naturally pass away
And others that will go astray
We however believed in forever
But then like a dream
We saw our biggest joke
Gradually turning into reality
Now for the past we have memories
For histories and history books to contain
When we the containers of the memories
Are no more.
?BY AGBAINGYA LUSETER
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