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Through Time, and Across Space: Poetry friends are keepers!
No Remembrance
My doctor says, as we grow older,
and keep cramming stuff into our brain,
sooner or later, it has to dump.
Is this really true?
Or, is it simply a doctor's excuse
for something to which he has no answer?
Somewhere along the way, I've lost
complete blocks of time, entire days or nights,
pleasant events which others remember,
but I cannot recall, at all.
Some episodes have staying power,
like the time I fell off the ladder,
flipped, and slid down the stairs
to the basement, head first. Who
could forget those raccoon eyes
I wore for weeks afterward?
Before you reminded me of the lunch
we shared, on the way to Wyoming,
with rain pelting the windowpane,
it had been erased from my memory bank.
That murder mystery I read last year,
is new again, a rediscovered story
to be enjoyed once more.
Yet, in all the moves we've made,
all the churches you've served as Pastor,
the conferences/workshops we've attended,
the companies we've worked for,
it's the people I remember -
the names, the faces, the smiles,
the friendships, these are the things
I treasure, and these memories will linger,
these memories will never erase.
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