Have a cruel memory.
A boon and a bane.
I remember dates and time
Vivid pictures of the events
flow as in a slide show.
They bring both pleasant
and disturbing thoughts.
The more I wish to forget,
the more they augument.
Forgetfulness surfaces
as one gets old, Perhaps
I am an exception,
I seem not to lose track.
With a sharp memory
I live. A blessing, I
would say. A gift, a reward
I can go on, being a recollection
of words I learnt in school.
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