The wistful shadows of memory
Want you, always, in their debt;
Demanding ever rapt attention
To their "nostalgic" minuet.
The shades of yesteryear wish you
At their constant beck and call.
But their demands are hollow illusions—
They’re only shadows, after all.
If they truly embodied the euphoria
They would so vividly portray,
How came, then, their demotion
To mere memories, today?
Nod respect to the shadows of memory
For the remembrances they’ve amassed.
But remind them you do them a courtesy;
They’re but specters of the past.
Admire, from a prudent distance,
Their melancholy dance.
Never forget—they’re only memories.
God knows they had their chance.
Image is found at small wonder's Flickr link at
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the title, content and your tone takes care of memories and put them in their place. I once read thoughts or memries in this context are to be picked like groceries with care. What ever one focuses on threatens to take over our lives a stunning poem Chaos each line is worth a quote you are always competing only with yourself.