Life’s a river of memory  and yearning. 

Trenz Pruca

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. 

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Comments5

  • dusk arising

    Such an amazing title. It could stand alone with no other word.

    However, what followed added the colour of your experience of this life.

  • Goldfinch60

    So true but what you need to remember that with age our brains are so full that when we gain new knowledge some of the old knowledge falls off the other end.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    'Reread them
    now and then
    confirming
    my existence.
    Forgetting
    one’s past
    is a form of death.'
    truly wise words you share, dear poet

  • Doggerel Dave

    Good stuff , Trenz - something which is greeted with deep recognition by me.
    My only antidote is to keep repeating to self, 'Live for the here and now'.

  • Jon Nakapalau

    Wonderful - inspired.



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