Memories Help Me, But Harm More

Not by itself is life complicated, Let me not push world to ways of my head. If I try and forgive but can’t forget, Worse than a spell in hell my life may get. What makes things look dark clouds is memory, So, let me drain off all its history, And everything in life’s jigsaw would fit, Suddenly, lo, life’s so simple and sweet! Good that I cannot my past lives recall, One life’s memories take enough of toll. And yet, few foster can that fortitude To live alone in desert’s solitude, Wonder, mind can fit a handy hard-disk That picks and prunes memories at no risk! ________________________________________ Sonnet in couplets |05.08.2022| Poet’s note: Reflecting on life, an old couple (old, what else? Youth has just no time to waste on reflections) exchanges views on the ways of world. The husband initiates the discussion and contributes the octave of this sonnet, and wife, the concluding sestet (yes, she always has the last word).