What We Have We Simply Forget Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is there to shelve but our memories?
At first, we fill a dozen albums a year
Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's
But as age surpasses our smooth veneer

We simply forget; what it was we'd done yesteryear.
We live slightly less and cut out some of the pages
We forget relationships with just a sneer.
Tear-up albums and pretend - we're old sages.

Now a memory long forgotten can reappear
It'll open you up a watermelon:
Now here are the seeds of memory,
'I did think they'd long been quietly since stolen.

Memories glide away like the catamaran
'If you; fill your days with nothing, but nights'.
So my advice if you're young, do all you can!
Set down thy anchors for them harbours of light.