Tarnished By Time
Memories, like treasures, are oft tarnished by time
stored in that vault in the back of your mind.
But dreams buff them,
until they shine.
Polishing forgotten thoughts with remembered loves,
you wipe away life's crud down to the shine.
And amidst tears and rusted promises;
you discover golden moments retain their shine.
Do you believe Hope's a Genie
powered by imagination?
Then, rub its lamp;
and make it shine.
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