Anna Sandham

Slipping Away

As each day passes,
Bringing with it a new.
The memories are fading,
What am I to do?
I cling to them praying,
I don’t want to forget.
The places I’ve been to,
The people I’ve met.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 4, 2005

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