[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Memories

Treasured, precious, immeasurable

Omniscient, singing and beautiful

The eyes of reciprocation inside your head

Your memories, swirling through your ever breath

The moments interlock in a wondrous fashion

Without them our mind chars and blackens

Stars twinkle brightly when something occurs

Something worth a memory for certain

But if we repeat, repeat and repeat

What do we own, but a meaningless blur?

Our memories are special

And from them we learn

But as we turtle up and sit sulkily

Repeat the past in a blind following

We are forced to question these memories

It is simple: Have you done anything recently

Worth remembering?