Memories are there to remind me
of the Journey.
Memories are there to remind me
of change,
of the unchanged.
Memories are there to remind me
of fall and rise,
of decay and growth.
Memories are there to remind me
of my failures,
of my accomplishments.
Memories are there to remind me
of that shame,
of that pride.
Memories are there
For Remembrance.
I’m not good at such forms of writing. This is just a spontaneous thought. I tried to put it into words.
I like it. I was just dwelling on my own memories while reading this. 🙂
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I was thinking if you would like it or not. These are your specialties. (I wonder though. What is not?)
Glad you liked it. Thank you. 🙂
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Haha, no. Poetry is far from my thing. I don’t have what it takes to appreciate it to its full extent. But, I try and just go with the flow. 🙂
Um, to answer your question… A lot!😅
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Haha. “Humble.” 😀
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I don’t want to get all philosophical on you, but I’ve experienced that no matter how much you think that you’re the one doing something, there’s always the invisible hand of God which maneuvers what we do… And, without Him, I’m nothing… No matter how hard I try. So, best not to take credit for something you’ll never be capable of doing on your own.
That’s it, I’m done.🙏🏼😄
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Can’t say anything now. Well played. 😀
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😑
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