RIC S. BASTASA
Strolling On The Memory Lane - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
oh, i went to memory lane
i've seen much already.
i come back to what i am
and what i have become,
i hold on to my vision,
i write about hope, and
my future, another 20 years,
another 30 years more,
the memory lane is black and white
it faded like a denim
a murky river where i lift my feet
up above the water
and as i move towards the shore,
i decided, i thought,
the memory lane serves me
it was short, and it will not be
i wake up, and then i forget.
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