Delete, End Of The Week Poem by John A'Hern

Memory overload your head it aches
One day you become aware of things they say
Stop and think of all gone astray
How much memory can you hold?
Days and weeks and years can unfold
Trying to make sense of all you hold
Your memory banks in overload
Family and friends all in the queue
Sorting good from bad is your choice
Do not let emotions over rule sensibility
Cast them out think only what is needed
What is needed? such a hard question
Thinking leads into the too hard basket
Like a computer send to recycle casket
Thoughts are thoughts yours to sort out
Reams of paper sit upon your desk
Yours to sort or lament
Close your eyes drift off to sleep
Tomorrow brings for some to weep