Strolling On The Memory Lane - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

oh, i went to memory lane

i've seen much already.

i come back to what i am
and what i have become,
i hold on to my vision,
my dreams

i write about hope, and

my future, another 20 years,
another 30 years more,

i pray,

the memory lane is black and white
and then

it faded like a denim
a murky river where i lift my feet
up above the water

and as i move towards the shore,

i decided, i thought,

the memory lane serves me
no more

it was short, and it will not be

i wake up, and then i forget.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 23, 2012

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