Memories
A lot of us smoke to forget;
drink to forget; fight to forget...
But we can't just put the noose
around only the ones we choose.
It's like burning down a village
hoping the bad ones will die,
while the good folk all survive.
Many good memories disappear,
falling like stars through the atmosphere;
withering up and burning away.
The good seem to go in a blink,
before the bad even show any chinks;
then the bad memories in retention,
seem to get all the more attention.
We remember the pain and the sorrow,
like it was yesterday, today, tomorrow;
while the laughter, smiles and joy,
seem like distant memories of a little boy.
By J. Barrett
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