The memories connect the past and the present.
Its an entire story, each life. Sometimes the paragraphs are years ongoing, and
suddenly the last words are written. Time and life can seem long but there is a
connector between the beginning and end. The connector joins each
year seamlessly together, and therein lies our memories.
Let me Connect the years…
When I was six, my world seemed vast
The swing was how I travelled fast.
At ten and twelve I was ready to live my dreams
Believing that my life would be all I wanted it
to be.
Then when sixteen came around, I left home in a
rush
My time here on earth was a card game holding a
straight flush.
Well soon enough came eighteen, with a baby on
the way
Life had many challenges I was preparing to
slay.
At twenty had two sons, and wishful dreams of
ever after,
Five years later those dreams were a disaster!
The struggle was real, then I turned twenty-eight,
My daughter was brewing, a beautiful baby on
the way.
Finally, thirty came, and I struggled some
more,
But had even more dreams in transit, and my
house at thirty-four.
Thirty-six was the year I struck out with some
risks
Forty-three came around, and everything was a
near miss.
The business did well, until it did not,
My health took a dive,
The story just never stops.
Fifty -two is my year, at least it looks that
way to me
With a lot of experience and its time for my happy!
Everyone is much older, but the connector is
there
The memories in my story,
Move from my head.
If your life gives you lemons,
Make some juice and drink it quick
There’s no time to lay awaiting
For the memories to be made!
24/09/2021
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Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem.
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