Somewhere Easily Accessible In My Memory Poem by Shalom Freedman

SOMEWHERE EASILY ACCESSIBLE IN MY MEMORY

Somewhere easily accessible in my memory-
Faces of people I last saw sixty years ago-
The smells of a long lost neighborhood-
My parents in so many ways-
Worlds upon worlds upon worlds
Which only I know,
And which will in a few years disappear.

Waste is the way of the universe
Of Life in which most species vanish from the earth
Of my small experience also-

It will all go
When I go.