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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Old Memory

When I think back to my past
I see myself aged three
But I'm crying
For the fear someone's dying
But I don't know who it is

Why at that time
Did I feel so scared
I remember the tears
But my memories remain impaired

A face looms over mine
And comforts me with word I don't hear
But the lady on the floor... isn't she my mum?
Why can't i recognise someone dear?

These I forget things so easily
Ever so fleeting; like a breeze
I may forget the day & the night
But I shall never forget old memories...
Silly Artist
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COMMENTS
Stefanie Fontker 02 October 2011
I agree with Dave, very beautiful writing. Never forget who you are, and where you come from, great message.
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Dave Walker 02 October 2011
Good poem, with a lot of emotion. Good write.
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