Memories #2:(The Good Ones)

by Scott Cole   Jun 4, 2019

Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard,
Today's in limbo
So nobody knows.

All our treasured memories
Are echoes from the past,
Those not trampled over
But stockpiled to last.

Those that bless our heart
Bring peace to our soul,
So we store their blueprint
In our unoccupied holes.

That rest inside our mind
Those cherished not culled,
Our negative of the original
Cause colors are nulled.

They're not in alphabetical order
Though that's the way they came,
But they all hold their value
Even if they're lame.

They're our actions without steps
Perceptions that move us,
Reflections of our bygone
That give our life a plus.

They're all that we remember
Thoughts inside our head,
That's chiseled in stone
Upon the walls of our undead.

They're bigger than life
But kept in smaller quantities,
Because of their importance
And their everlasting qualities.

Since today's in limbo
Tomorrow's yet to be,
Yesterday's already gone
So little left to see.

Our echoes from the past
That our future hasn't marked,
For all of those images
Have yet to strike a spark.


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Latest Comments

  • 3 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Your writing is consistently strong, Scott. Always a real pleasure to read.

    All the best

    • 3 months ago

      by Scott Cole

      Thanks Big Ben means alot coming from you my friend!!!!

  • 3 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    The truth well spoken. Add to my favorite. All the very best.

  • 3 months ago

    by Michael

    A nice piece of rhyming Scott about our memories and so much truth spoken.
    M :)

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