Past Memories

A hasty breeze is stirring trees,

it hastens falling autumn leaves;

Here comes those stirring memories,

that lets the past unfold.

I yearn for them, from time to time.

They come to me, as if in mime

and flow together, like a rhyme,

a treasure to behold.

I sort the pleasant from the sad,

discard the doleful, keep the glad

and know that many I have had,

are from a different mold.

A pleasure can be had from this,

much joy, contentment, even bliss.

I try,but seldom can resist,

these treasures to behold,

This comfort for the old.

Jan-2023

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It is dear to have these memories to revisit- jaybird

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