Old Poems
I’m reading old poems that I wrote;
(Most are wonderful, if I can gloat!)
Many capture events
That my old brain prevents
Recollecting, from times now remote.
I’m remembering travels and days,
Each occasion my writing portrays,
That I thought I’d forgot
But apparently not
For when written, each memory stays.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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