Dec 2020
I have a tremendous fear
my memories will disappear.
Transient is our memory
In the sight of eternity.
A gentle breeze wafts away
my meaningful thoughts by day,
falling fast into the night.
Mind’s eye has lost its sight.
My sandcastles washed into the sea,
time again to return to industry.
my memories will disappear.
Transient is our memory
In the sight of eternity.
A gentle breeze wafts away
my meaningful thoughts by day,
falling fast into the night.
Mind’s eye has lost its sight.
My sandcastles washed into the sea,
time again to return to industry.
I'd like to think my memories are held safe in my keep, but I fear the eventual decay or theft of my precious memories.
