When Memories Fade

Restlessly and endlessly, but don’t carelessly watch your memories recklessly Fading solemnly but tremendously superficially Staying wholly happy with evident melodies Quickly and rapidly, physically and mentally Hungrily grab narrowly and slowly onto your memories As it quietly goes deeply, sleeplessly, yet neatly Likely your memories shall call fearfully and carefully But crudely, it is not calmly met directly with Your friendly, stealthy soul that steadily Awaits for reality’s perfectly attention of Being hurtfully and terrifically freshly envied Slightly hold your disappearing memory’s arm tightly Rudely, though truly, stubbornly holding perfectly freely Until, totally suddenly, it is really resting normally And nobly alongside your soul, remains your holy memory’s legacy of history