Memories are the diamond rocks
Dropping
Or the snow drifts
Which keep you wrapped up inside
Hiding from the cold -
Harsh light of the morning.
Memories can be surprises
Old lost hopes rise again
Dreams that came true
Or not
Some leading to disappointment
Some pure relief
Old beliefs revisited -
With regret
Or just laughter at your own younger self
Or maybe pride at what you've achieved
After all.
Don't dwell too long on memories
Not so much to forget
But to live the day
Making memories for tomorrow.
Then when you're old
And past creating
You will have richness in your last days
Maybe read these words
Remember
And smille into the distance of time.
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