If I had a Blue Ray Disc of my life
Would I skip over the parts recorded in strife?
Or put on repeat playing those wondrous things
That I treasure and for whom my bell rings
As these parts play of the times I know well
I would want to remember and on them quietly dwell
Do I close my eyes and sink into a dream
As I remember those happy times in my scheme
My Blue Ray Memoires nurture my memories made
I truly would hope that my life memory will not fade
But after all said and done it is a life's work for me
And for others to play and judge for what they will see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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