Memories of a Poet

Memories are treasures
We can share or hide

They stay in our heads
As time passes by

Mine are different from yours
Seen only through my eyes

Some faid and diminish
Though to recall them we try

Others strengthen to dominate
We can't hold them inside

They burst forth uncalled for
To make us laugh or cry

But where do they go?
When it's turn to die

Oh... I'll try to save mine
In these words they will hide

Inspired by writing "I Remember" the story of my life