Why do I feel that there is no end
To remembering the bad in no need to pretend
Some memories that are hardest to defend
Are in my mind I can't now comprehend
So I take my life for what it has been
And I reminisce of the things I have seen
Why can't I have flashes of the laughter I've had
Instead of the the frightening and what makes me sad
I'd like to play let's make a deal
Where I lose the sad things that I feel
So when I'm alone these memories do not come
And the things worth remembering are my choice as done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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