My Memory Bank - Poem by Rod Morris
Deep within this white-haired head of mine resides a memory bank,
It contains my life's great moments plus the people I should thank.
Family hours which were spent picnicking at some summer beach,
Bedtime stories told with love in hope that they would teach.
Primary school, in early years, shelter shed for eating lunch,
Sharing with the other kids they're surprise offerings to munch.
Holidays and after school were times for being jolly,
Climbing on a high haystack; racing on a trolley.
Saturday's sports over; head for your milkbar break,
Best beverage by far; chocolate malted milkshake.
Local hall for dancing; him's and her's would meld,
Your arms enclose each other; the joy of being held.
Some bands you would dance too; made your senses pulse,
Pick your favoured partner; spin her round for the last waltz.
An accidental meeting is the one that slows down man,
Suddenly another soul becomes a part of futures planned.
Stage is set, guests arrive to hear both make vows,
To live and love as one, for as long as time allows.
Years go by; our precious ones have now left us alone,
Doors wide open we await for when they cease to roam.
We all go round in circles; not just planets circling sun,
Nature's laws were written; long before our lives begun.
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