remembering belongs to the younger of us,
as memories just slip
this way or that way
out of the mind like
water leaving a gutter
when there is no rain
and it has been this
way for many months;
we seem to fear the loss
of memories rather than
sitting in a chair of acceptance
as they start to fade from
our grasp since age brings
with it a muscle atrophy as
well as a Swish cheese mind;
remembering belongs elsewhere
when one enters these golden
years of forgetfulness and
clings to the photos that shed
only a glimmer of hope of the
past that has been reconciled.
20Apr17
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