As i grow older i see my life that has been images stored in my head locked away not to be seen for i am the only one with the key should i open an image today with my speacial key
that image stored in my head for only me to see clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head
lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
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