Poem 11 – Memories

They say, who we are today

is just an amalgam of

memories

attempting to arrange themselves

into a logical order.

They say,

you make memories every day –

and yet,

some seem to last for all eternity

while others

drift

into nothingness.

Time ticks on,

doesn’t

pause,

stop,

rewind,

fast-forward.

In the last moments of today

before the birth of tomorrow,

we create something

magical,

timeless,

infinite.

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