Memory

Sarah 9 F

The past is a picture

A memory that long lasts

Could be a golden day

Or a flashback of fray.

 

A memory so heavy,

That you can’t lift and throw away.

As strong as a levee,

Those they are dark or gay.

 

But some memories are light

Meant to be forgotten,

Not so bright

For you verboten.

 

They were lived by you

And your loved ones too.

Laughter and tears

Boos and cheers

 

When your time is up

You slowly pass away.

All your memories in a cup

Gone forever in one sway

 

If you are lucky enough

You leave these memories in the heart of your loved.

 

 

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