I am an old jug full of memories
Full to the brim
My white matter all mylenated
New memories spill over
Unable to find room
I learn slowly
Like comfortable routines
Forget names
Even faces
Faces places
Up and down
Non
Je ne regrette rien
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's how I feel too, except I think there's a crack and some old memories are leaking out. Je even forgot my French! -c