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The Vagaries Of Memories
And when and why
does one begin to embellish
And exaggerate reality?
To multiply the meaning
And lessen the veracity
of something as ethereal
yet that we ascribe to as real
and claim it...name it
... ‘Memory'...
For how long does it take
for the aging mind to make
Improvements and tweaks
along the way
To change the tone
that time alone should own
The feelings rearranged
Emotions changed
events displaced in time
Until they suit us...just fine
I wonder when and why
And how you and I
Tend to play so loose and free
With what happened in reality
And yet have the gall
And the wherewithal
To still call it
...Memory...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. Mind always plays games with us. Memory is a pivotal player along with reality. Thanks for sharing a lovely poem of such an introspection.