The Secret Of Life by Harry Riley Poem by David Page- aka Harry Riley

I am 'memory' and I have a lot to do
To educate the world, and to start with lucky children such as you
I know how long you have to live and I know when you will die
But I am not here to make you laugh, nor here to make you cry

Memories are the ghosts of us and the places we once knew
They coloured up our lives and our actions as we grew
'Memories of the friends that we have lost
And the pain their shadows would have cast and cost

The Lord be Praised, that you were brought up and raised!
You ask why you were born? Please note: I tell you no joke
You were born to form memories for your kin and other folk
Whatever the season, there could be no greater reason

However, for all that fortune throws at you
And no matter where you roam
One day the bell will toll for you
And I will call you home
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