Memory Lain

every day, a walk down memory lane,
(while it's still intact),
and lamentation because
everything's different,
(damned river),
nothing's the same,
too much comes too fast
to comprehend;
too little time to absorb
all the change,
and no inclination
to use precious time
to rearrange;
just wishfulness,
and wistfulness,
and a growing sense
of a crowded mess,
blocking the way
down memory lain.



January 6, 2009.

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