Memories are secondhand accounts of true events
Grand is the library of memories the mind frequents
Allowed to truly experience these only a single time
To not truly cherish or revere would be a crime
Memories are reminders that nothing ever truly lasts
Permanent dutiful narrators of our tales & our pasts
Cherish the passing moments that lie here and now
To live in this moment's truth, people seldom know how
Countless pain, embarrassment, joy you've ever felt
People, places, changes, mazes, dazes, you've dealt
A memory is a testament that everything will pass
Memory - a mirror and a receptacle, like polished glass
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
