Memories

Phantom figures at the window, Shapeless shadows on the wall, Footless footsteps faintly follow Faceless voices down the hall. Are all my memories mere illusions, Have time and distance made them blur? Is my past cast with self-delusions And not the way things really were? Memories, though they may haunt you, Can help survive life's bitter burn, If you're old enough to want to, And wise enough to want to learn.