Jennie Renee Sparrow
More Than Just A Faded Memory - Poem by Jennie Renee Sparrow
While you are busy chasing your dreams come true,
Your dreams come true are busy chasing you.
Between the worlds that are hidden in your past,
It always fast forwards into the future but never lasts.
Holds the ones that have meaning,
Using the others when they're screaming.
Brings us back to where we were,
Takes us unto who we now are.
We are the nobodies in a somebodies world,
Until we become the somebodies in a nobodies world.
Just like all the little girls who make grown men cry.
Makes all the little boys men before they die.
Simple things that slow us down,
As we build our lives up from the ground.
Remember all of the memories of places,
Remembering the ones that put smiles on our faces.
Life teaches me each and every single day,
As I've learned I found you in a new way.
Of how to appreciate the things and people in my life,
Like how to be the best mother, a good woman, and a better wife.
Time changes from generation to generation as it will remain,
But each legend within its own legacy always remains the same.
Indifferent by the ages of time that passes through,
Creating new times, memories, meanings, creations, ways, and changes too.
I think of the souls that have touched my life best,
I think of the things I have learned from other's deaths.
Know my words that you have taught and influenced me through the years,
I have shared the thoughts, joys, pain, and felt your tears.
For the ones of which I do not speak,
To all of those that I have yet to seek.
My conscious isn't empty as hours are spent,
Upon all the places that I haven't went.
Timeless are the ones that mean the most to me,
As we light the world together within the sky, mountains, and the sea.
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