Memory
Memory
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2020
I know I’m looking elderly
I know I’m growing old
I know my skin, is getting paper thin
and in winter, lets in the cold
But if you ask how old I am
except for the aches and pains
I am as young, as I always was
here, in my memory, and my brain
Even if I can’t remember it
the life I lived is still there
it’s remembered by those who knew me
and a family who love and care
So, one day, when my time has come
and I move on, to what may be
then my friends, and my family
will think of, and remember me.
By Bob Moore
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