for there are always memories.

we occupy this time and place,
with pleasures and with maladies;
we seek the patterned path to trace,
for there are always memories –

of who we were and what we are,
of cups of coffee long ago;
and though we search both now and far,
we have a lifetime yet
to go

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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