Fading Memories
Presented by Sir NightHawk
It is at the end of our day,
when we take our body to rest,
that we look upon our wall of
memories and see the days,
months and years of our life.
Locked in our mind,
our memories hang like portraits,
each painted by ourselves,
and when collected together
these memories are what we, each of us, are.
When those whom we know pass
away into the great
unknown they leave with each that knew them,
the memories of themselves.
When we are gone and are no more,
we become a part of
the memories and personalities
of all we have touched as we traveled
down the pathway of our life,
in the process of making
our own accumulation of memories.
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