Our memory is like a garden, where we spend many hours
Watering fragrant flowers.
Yet sometimes we succeed
In fertilising a weed.
We take a perverse delight in watching it grow
Much though
We deny that it is so!

Let not the weed
Say I,
But learn from it, then let it die,
For if it’s growth you do not control
It will succeed
And choke your soul.

6 thoughts on “Memory

      1. Honey8

        Your welcome Friend. 😊
        Stay clam and keep smiling! πŸ˜ƒ
        Have a good day! β›… πŸ€—

  1. Jeff Schicke

    Very memorable imagery, and very appropriate in its depiction of how so many of us focus on the bad times until that becomes our life.


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