Trenz Pruca

Life’s a river of memory  and yearning. 

Life’s a river
of memory 
and yearning. 

 

I remember things.
Write them down 
in my journal.
Reread them
now and then
confirming 
my existence.

 

Forgetting 
one’s past 
is a form of death.

 

We, the old, 
fear senility,
the shocking  
realization 
that we’re simply 
the sum of  
our memories. 

 

We fear losing
our memories 
more then 
dwindling 
of desire.