Seven Lines Of Sorrow Poem by James Harris

I wish I could account for every last little thought
But with time I lose focus of all that I have wrought.
Memories come and go, oft times they can slip away
Why even look ahead, when I can barely recall today?
Still now and then I can think of a pretty girl's smile
I can try for the rest of her and flashback for awhile.
Thoughts of her fade, leaving me with a little thought
A gentle smile I see, to focus on all that I have wrought