I think I have forgotten
Some memories from my past
So many decades have gone by
I knew they wouldn’t last
I’m standing in the kitchen
There’s something I must do
I know that I would do it
If I only knew
I hope the ones not kept
Are the ones I’d like to lose
There’s the time I let it out
That is one I’d choose!
I think I’ll keep that time
That kinda made me laugh
Oh, then there is the meeting
I had with that giraffe!
Maybe I’ll remember
The fun times I have had
So many things that I have done
Things that made me glad
I’m standing in the bedroom
And I don’t remember why
Silly little memories
Seem to have gone bye
The reason I’m forgetting
May be me getting old
All the years behind me
And my future’s going gold
Every day’s a new day
When I’ve forgotten all the rest
Every day is wonderful
And still I think I’m blessed!
Butterfly Sand 
Pam, this is wonderful! It’s my life story now. I love the last stanza. Our memories are precious, it’s sad to see them fade. So we move forward and make new ones. If our smile never fades, we’re okay!
Love your sketch!
🐾Ginger 🐾
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Thanks Ginger!
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Lovely!
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Thanks Jennie
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You’re welcome, Pam.
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This is wonderful, Pam. You are blessed, and we are blessed knowing you.
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What a lovely thing to say Dan. I feel the same way about you.
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I have to agree. You are blessed and I enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you John
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Great minds indeed”:)
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I thought you would approve.
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Very beautiful! Yes, every day is a new day.
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Thank you.
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🙂❄
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I know I’m getting older and my memory a little wobbly…but if I find ballerina shoes packed away in a box somewhere, I’m going to get worried 😀
Great verse dear lady, thank you for sharing 😀
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hahaha . I won’t judge! Thanks for popping by my friend.
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There’s only so much storage, so some stuff has to go. 🙂
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Sad but true.
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That’s what counts Pam. The blessings. I love when some small thing triggers a memory long forgotten, like fining a perfect tiny shell on the beach. Ah! There you are, I whisper. Then after appreciating for awhile I either tuck into my pocket to gaze at later or toss it into the deep blue from whence it came. 😊
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Those little memories are all the sweeter for being remembered.
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