memory's
i was tidying up earlier,i came across a book,
a book full of nursery rhymes,
from when i was young,
i cauldnt bear to watch mum throw it away,
its funny how we try to hold on,
to the things,
that we cant keep forever,
how ever hard we try,
they cant come with us,
when we die,
so why do we try?
because it reminds us of our memory's
we need that,
a gentle reminder of what used to be,
i think its what keeps us partly happy.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-02-17 at 13:44
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