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| Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch Memories slowly form, Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn Times long past Moments that are deemed to last, Of people and places, Lovers faces, Rivals spats, Segments of drunken chats, All brought to the fore A peek inside that memory door, That makes you and me Now, What you see, It's the good and bad The laughs, the sad, That moulds and controls Now What you see My memories make me ! |
Memories do make us, don't they? Nice, light, and airy poem. I quite enjoyed it. :-)
ReplyDeletewell i got a few college flashbacks in this...ha...those are the moments...all our memories are what make us surely....
ReplyDeleteLasting memories, good or bad, certainly form us.
ReplyDelete.. a peek inside the memory door. I like that!! (I've stored tons in mine)
ReplyDeleteSo true and beautifully written.
ReplyDeletememories are good....well done and thanks for this
ReplyDeleteMemories are what soften the days of our lives....as does your poem!
ReplyDeleteOur thoughts are made of memories...well done...
ReplyDeleteVery true and beautifully spoken! :-)
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