The Fondness of a Memory

Went strolling back in time to see,

the fondness of a memory.

From childhood into young adult,

I always get the same result.

My 20’s, 30’s, and beyond,

my memories and I have a bond.

The bad ones I can throw them out,

not welcome now without a doubt.

The good ones I can linger there,

and think about them anywhere.

As each day passes into night,

new ones in my head I write.

As age affects my memory,

hope good ones, still, that I can see.

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