Thoughts Poem by Phil Soar

Thoughts



I talk a lot to myself these days
Muttering things I might not want to forget
But forgetting anyway
Memories are easy to recall
But not so the everday things
Later in life it happens I guess
It's how we regress
And we cope because we have to
I think a lot these days
And not all good things
That's life

Friday, September 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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