What We Have We Simply Forget

What is there to shelve but our memories? At first, we fill a dozen albums a year Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's But as age surpasses our smooth veneer We simply forget; what it was we'd done yesteryear. We live slightly less and cut out some of the pages We forget relationships with just a sneer. Tear-up albums and pretend - we're old sages. Now a memory long forgotten can reappear It'll open you up a watermelon: Now here are the seeds of memory, 'I did think they'd long been quietly since stolen. Memories glide away like the catamaran 'If you; fill your days with nothing, but nights'. So my advice if you're young, do all you can! Set down thy anchors for them harbours of light.