Memorys Game
Some folks throw away their memories,
as if they were spent paper plates.
Others strive with every moment to preserve theirs;
doing memory calisthenics and popping,
“ginkgo” capsules by the dozen.
Memories are the meaning of life, for some;
when memory fails its task, a large part of “self” is lost; terrifying its victim;
a horror, never produced by Hollywood.
Memory is a fine thread;
all too easily snapped in-too;
once lost, it revels in its evil game of,
Hide and Seek.
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