A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of today.
Anna Mary Robertson/AKA Grandma Moses
MEMORIES AND HOPE
Time etched deliberately in my mind
Faces and actions I've sadly left behind
Come the memories best put aside, then
I'm wishing for places I could easily hide them
The past is a portrait of me
Hopefully who I tried to be
But still I'm a victim of some circumstance
Negative impressions that happened by chance
Hope is the daily sun as it rises
Days filled with my will, some surprises
Roads in disrepair, I can't avoid the bumps
Grand trees I imagined now sad lonely stumps
I cannot choose the memories I dream
Or control the nightmares that cause me to scream
But at times I'm awake, memories make me smile
And I try to be hopeful, at least for awhile
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