Memories
Time will pass but memories will never efface,
Pages of time will turn yet the mind has the map,
Of how we grabbed triumph away of a magic pace,
Adverse trials creeping to close with a death cap
Count my trials, that was a journey of actual grace
The cold days of misfortune they keep appealing
The mind has the map - memories will not efface
And the road full of briers, that was sorrow-bringing
As the dawn gleams be sure being a vices is Hell,
Every boulder you lobbed reminds with distress
To the one you caused to suffer misfortune spell
The mind has the map - memories will not efface
You'll hardly knew there are moments life recalls,
Disgraced never forget, be sure of them like squalls.
©m.nash
Copyright © Nash Maramba | Year Posted 2019
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