Sometime I wish my memories
Would simply fade away.
Then life would be much easier,
Just living day by day.
No hopes for something better-
Nor sighs of deep regret.
Nor dreams of romance waiting…
With some one you’ve never met.
No thoughts of strength now faded-
Or the days I used to ride…
Or disgust with being jaded,
Or bitter taste of swallowed pride;
I’d forget the western deserts-
That once held my heart enthralled.
And the names of friends long buried-
And my family most of all.
But alas like scars and wrinkles-
Memories likewise scar the page…
Of our body, soul, and spirit-
More especially as we age.