Memory

I am not angry over growing old , lost in the sea of grass, what started off as a new bubbling spring has carved it's line's on my face. It's not the trauma I have endured that has robbed me of my childhood memories or the friends we all had growing up. Worried that I have unfinished business here, forced as a ghost to wander across Stormy seas. Money is grace on a smooth face every one sees on t.v. If forced into the chair in the courtroom, I cannot remember why.