Remember, Remember Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Day before yesterday
I had got angry, very angry
For what, now I don’t remember:
I try to, but the door is closed,
There is darkness
It is all opaque
I cannot see why I got angry
Don’t remember at all.

And then, the thought arises
“Why should I worry about it
As if memory is important
As if it adds any great value? ”
I then give up the pursuit,
And settle into myself.

There have passed 65 years.
So many things that I did
That happened to me have
Passed into oblivion
Pure and clean, leaving space
For me to go for other experiences
And remember them too, partly.

If I do not have the ability
To forget and move on,
Evacuate and accept new food,
I would not have lived this life,
But headed towards gorging
And bursting with memories,
The eliminated waste of things
That have become a part of the past.

I should be happy, and try, to
Live present life with all senses,
Not be stuck in past. Anyway, I went
And asked my wife and daughter.
Wife said, “Because I refused to listen
To what you wanted to read on
The younger generation written
In the Saturday Tamil Magazine! ”
So important I can't recall in 24 hours!