Mem’ries like a recorded song
play silently to heart and mind,
they come at will and cloud all thought
in performance of pantomime.
And as a broken record skips
they flicker and fight to belong,
but time in her effectiveness
sends a calming gentler clime.
Awaken from this visage strong
though heart is torn and often swayed,
wrap mem'ries in a gauzy sarong
cocoon them whilst healings sought.
When soothing balm has won erelong...
un-wrap treasures without distraught.
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