Memories
Memories
I cower, night after night, a one-man audience
In the vast auditorium of my life
There is no applause, no curtain call
Only tears
For one misdirected scene after another
Dreams, images of Life's unhappy memories
Life's harshest lessons
Come back to dance relentlessly
On the hidden stage of my mind
There to prance, taunt and tease
Remember, remember....
Copyright © Sheila Sacks | Year Posted 2016
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