The Memory of My Life
(TSUNAMI 04)
Every single minute
takes an age
while life drifts in haste,
I close my eyes
It helps to forget the pain,
In wondrous ways
paints a portrait
an effigy of a life wasted!
Yet if only I’d
made you realize
I loved you so,
made you linger
a little longer,
these words would have
no meaning
and I, a little stronger
and you, would not be
the memory of my life!
Every morning
I will meet you as before,
you will find me waiting
by the ocean shore,
building memories in the
shifting sand
in this world that I
cannot, understand!
© Harry J Horsman 2005
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