sometimes
a memory can be just too strong,
clinging
to the inside of your soul,
digging
in
its heels
to protest the passage of time.
sometimes
it is best
to
just
let
go,
turn your back on it
and
just
let
it
go.
(12-23-1979)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem