Memories
Sometimes I feel like crying.
My friends and family are slowly dying.
Do I live like the times before they
Were gone, or do I keep on pretending nothing is wrong.
It's not easy going on everyday,
Working, trying to live the best I can.
Everyday I'm reminded of the memories of them.
It makes me sad,
everytime I see their pictures
On the wall, it takes me back
To wonderful memories of us all.
David W Carter
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