“UNTITLED FROM 1986” by edenbray.

Recollections

emotive memories

lost moments – we live

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I remember when I was young

when we were children

playing – the things we did!

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School times, hard times

love times

it all comes back

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Does the sap rise?

here the lump in my throat

there the ache in my heart

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The Summer of .. . . ..’

that cold, cold winter

my first car, what a peach

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Memories skip and dance

whimper, pall and fade

live, warm and energise

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I’m thinking of you

the things we did

Wow!

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And you know its fun

to remember

even sorrow has its end

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Shaft of reason

hand of compassion

moment of understanding

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We grope to experience

the plight of others

the memories they carry

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We fear the night dreams they know

the sad tales they could tell

we whimper at their loss

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The terror of darkness

and agony that surrounds us

we stand aghast

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Can we lift, nurture?

then be done and do it!

more often we listen

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And we, as the tale is told wonder

till confronted by the past

we long for the future.

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