Memories

Memories…

Are like keys..

They open doors 

And trip up floors 

where good & bad coalesce..

Then evanesce. 
They take you on stairways to heaven.

Or train rides thru dark places 

With strange and familiar faces; 

Like riding on a mile high wave 

So High! 

You’ve got to be brave! 

Or crazy!

Brought on by the harshness

of Reality & its banality 

Memories seeking prelapsarian relief 

Come sneaking up like the thief;

Flattering to deceive 

Or offending to grieve 

Dependent if on Id or Ego 

You believe.  

They come gently as the breeze 

With a time machine to freeze 

You in a world of yore 

Hinged on whichever door 

Will make your escape secure 

From calamity. Or boon.

Again dependent on your tune; 

On a Bubble? Or a Balloon? 

But all is vanity!

I said before, evanescent. 

So, I USE THEM!

GOOD & BAD…

To achieve my end, 

In MY search for my space,

My place, My peace, 

In this Earth, in this time, 

Which is MY TIME! 

For you can only rule YOUR TIME

NOT MINE!

I CANNOT RULE YOUR TIME, 

ONLY MINE! 

So I USE them, MY MEMORIES, 

To INSPIRE & UPLIFT I, Me!

When they’re good…

And to REMIND & TEACH Me, I!

When they’re bad…

But, whether they’ve been 

Good or Bad, 

I don’t let them keep me 

From my reality, 

My Here & Now, 

For too long, because, 

Like the man said,

“They’re just the memories that we HAD!” 

Had – Past tense of has, have.

           Not of the present.

Ergo,  

A Memory. 

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