Memories Never Sleep Poem by David Wood

The remainder of 2021 now
Dwindles in the hourglass as
I collect my scattered thoughts
Walking around the marina.

A lone fisherman sits mending
His nets with an eagle eye.
Nets mended with skill and
Dedication, and even love.

But that's life, we all have nets
That have to be repaired at some
Time with love and care as nets,
Hope and love are the fabric of life.

I sit in a cafe watching the gulls
Overhead, with their taunting
Cries as they circle in the chill air.
They have no nets to mend.

They have no memories either,
Scavenging day to day for meals
Where no love is lost in the circles
Of their lives, unlike us humans.

2021, in its cold and final state,
Begins to close it's shutters
For a final time leaving only our
Memories that never sleep.

The hour glass will turn, and a
New Year will open with a plethora
Of accumulated problems of Covid
And climate change, but also of hope.