louis rams

Silver Star - 3,918 Points (09/13/1943 / new york city)

The Little Box - Poem by louis rams

(10/20/13)

It is a small little box and you have the key
Open it up so that I can see
My mind is playing tricks on me
I feel as if I’m losing my memory.
No matter how much I fought
I can’t hold a single thought
My mind travels from place to place
It’s a dilemma that I must face.
It is not just for the elderly you see
It can happen to you as well as me.
The young call it daydreaming
And the elderly call it dementia
No matter what you may call it, it is
Havoc on the brain and your life will never be the same.
It gets to a point that not much in life matters
All your dreams have become shattered.
Such a little box that can hold so much
And all is lost at the slightest touch.
You want to know how bad your memory becomes
- - - - - - (what was I talking about?) Oh yes memories
It becomes like waves against the beach
No matter how fast you run, you cannot reach.
Ha-ha welcome to my world!


Comments about The Little Box by louis rams

  • Joshua Guillory Joshua Guillory (4/16/2016 11:04:00 PM)

    I think what impresses me the most with the poem is:
    It's real and it's really helpful and consoling to people
    regarding what really happens to them in time with age!
    Or at any age! This is factual and a timeless phenomenon!

    No matter what you may call it, it is
    Havoc on the brain and your life will never be the same.
    It gets to a point that not much in life matters
    All your dreams have become shattered.
    Such a little box that can hold so much
    And all is lost at the slightest touch.
    You want to know how bad your memory becomes
    - - - - - - (what was I talking about?) Oh yes memories
    It becomes like waves against the beach
    No matter how fast you run, you cannot reach.
    Ha-ha welcome to my world! - louis rams

    Thou carriest man away as with a tide;
    Then down swim all his thoughts that mounted high,
    Much like a mocking dream that will not bide,
    But flies before the sight of waking eye,
    Or as the grass that cannot term obtain
    To see the summer come about again:
    - Sir Francis Bacon

    EXELLENT WORK!
    (I love all of your novelistic illustrations which convey a most profound truth :)

    Makes me think of those two famous lines from E. A. Poe,
    'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream'
    In other words, for us to stop trying so hard to retain everything;
    every poem and verse or aphorism of eloquence and captivation
    (so as) to gain approval and acceptance from others because life
    drifts away fastly: 'Man's life is like a vapor which appeareth
    for a short while then vanishes away.' - Bible (Report) Reply

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  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (10/20/2013 1:48:00 PM)

    Ha-ha, cute poem puns and all. Read mine - Who Am I -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013


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