Memories Poem by roger Hoult

Memories



They grow not old as we grow old,
my memories of you;
they linger still, they always will,
alive and ever true.

Do I still live?
Do you still give
A passing thought to me?

Or am I dead
My poems unread,
Erased from memory?

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