Memories

Memories happy odd and sad , Are the roots of the tree of life ; One walks in fancy robes clad , The other teases the suffered strife . The pleasing one is comely and soft While the irate other is full of pain ; Recurring wild, broken images fly aloft And re-form the rather missing chain . The knotty, prickly vicissitudes burn Or sting like flames or a venomous tail; Time offers the apt panacea to turn The gloom and ailment into hope, pale Sweet and gainful events do stay Within ,somewhere, refreshing forever ; While the bruises and deep hurts may Distress,and, the soul's resources, sever The treasured pleasant picks of the past Are soft and soothe the virtual sorrow ; While the fall and ravages endured all at last , Harden and strengthen the stand for morrow.