Now that you've grown old,
there probably isn't much left to do.
Day by day,
Your eyesight is clear but
your surroundings are not.
Night by night,
Your dreams still play along
but you no longer play along but rather watch.
Your children,
they see how wise you've gone
but they can see,
that you're slowly losing memories.
Slowly losing memories,
that aren't suppose to be lost.
Memories that you wish
could be in your head forever.
But you see,
It is not our choice.
It is the way of life.
But even as your mind and body deteriorates,
your heart will always remember
how much you love the people you've forgotten.
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Little Short Poems
PoetryHere are a few of my really short poems, and sometimes, their just quotes. so yeah i hope you like them! :) please comment and vote (: