Memories get ahead with the time.
They get into the oblivion in no time.
Till some do live in the mind
finding hard to get them out of the mind.
The lurking memories are somewhat pleasant
giving us a rush back decent.
Certain others deal with pain
as they harp on issues in strain.
These memories keep us alive
else we would be phantoms of believe
walking like ghosts in the world
with nothing to hold.
The thoughts of the past
send us a revival in a cast
gathering the events won the spot
enacting them on the mind slot.
Well, if memory fails all of a sudden
turning us into vegetables making us a burden
With that we have to live knowing nothing
and passing on soon into infinity as all other 
things.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Memories.”
It is sad to see those who have lost their memories…leaving only a shell.