Memories of me,
happy sweet and mean
lift soul across sea,
to remember deeds to see.
like dreams they are; visions;
of me which cometh now.
ohh sweet memories!
of home sweet home
of life as big as trees,
and joys as much as seas.
Memories,what is left of past,
all but memories. my deeds
remnant of my acts,
that as remained in act.
kept at heart are memories;
big small as tigers claws,
some as bright as sun,
others as dark as moon are my memories in which I dwell.
Divided in bits,
good,bad,and ugly sights,
good memories linger on
bad reflects me
as the sun reflects morning bloom,
and the bride watches her groom.
Ugly!Ugly!Ugly!
captures my weakness;
snaps my person
and what makes me; me,
is the good,bad,and ugly memories of me.
Tade Brown
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