What is there to shelve but our memories?
At first, we fill a dozen albums a year
Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's
But as age surpasses our smooth veneer
We simply forget; what it was we'd done yesteryear.
We live slightly less and cut out some of the pages
We forget relationships with just a sneer.
Tear-up albums and pretend - we're old sages.
Now a memory long forgotten can reappear
It'll open you up a watermelon:
Now here are the seeds of memory,
'I did think they'd long been quietly since stolen.
Memories glide away like the catamaran
'If you; fill your days with nothing, but nights'.
So my advice if you're young, do all you can!
Set down thy anchors for them harbours of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem