Memory
Memory
Is
The remnant of days long since spent
Before life became abstract due to this passing of time;
Before days became saturated with mundane things;
Shall I forever dwell on those things that passed in the process?
Memory reminds me daily how great things were
When life consisted of more than answering the phone
And responding to the wants of others;
Tom
9-4-2014
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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