Our Memories. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Our Memories.
Memories
That come and go,
Lonely Past
They only know
Never to be
Lived, Again,
Time progresses
But kills,
Them.
Your ever encouraging words are certainly worth the simple write. Thank you, dear and poetical friend.
For some of us older people, our memories are all we have, and when we lose them we have nothing.
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7/27/2026 11:54:26 PM # rel_20260727T173023Z_37e450e
Passing of time is really painful. To look back is both a comfort and pain. In the end memories are all we have! Beautifully poignant ink!