Some say
we are
a river
of memory
and imagination.
Like most old men,
I worry more
about
memory loss
than dwindling
imagination.
Remembering things
prolongs
our life,
confirms
our existence.
Forgetting
the past
is a form of death
We are
the sum
of our memories.
Once gone,
we are but
children
without
a future
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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Such true words Trenz, but the memories we must remember are the good ones in our lives.
Andy
Awoke to the first fal of snow this morning and immediately began to think of my grandchildrens responses. Yes thoughts of my childhood were there.... such memories as joys are made.
of past's roots are planted future's shoots,
from accepted truth's are woven denial's suit's,
by our chosen shoes we traverse life's destined paths
and out of it all, if we're lucky - we are gifted those treasure troves of memory's vaults - to dine upon, till we've sucked every last ounce: of life's ephemeral fruit's...
a wonderful message you've chosen to share in this wonderful read,
Happy holidays dear Poet
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