the mind a simple but complicated place.
as it grows old, things just start to erase,
the memories of the long loved,
the family members of lost,
the chill of the summer day
long long ago, things that just wont stay
life becomes a blur,
sitting by the window
trying, thinking, of what it was like when the childhood was like.
five cartons of milk sitting in the fridge,
frying pan in the closet,
things just start out like this....
and always end in a twist.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem and I gave it an 8. There is one element that I found to be most curious. The selection of the word twist as the last word here is quite a bit odd. I would never have chosen a word like this in the context of the discussed subject here. It is simply out of place. Very odd. GW62