My Memory

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.