Memories
Memories
Looking back at the past,
I know that only memories last.
I meet someone on which I rely,
And, then, they move, change or die,
Leaving me alone to cry
And question God for reasons why
Life can give me such a blast?
Memories are what get me through.
They help me learn just what to do
To deal with circumstances new
With ever-changing points of view
In a world that’s moving very fast.
As time goes on, I meet another.
It can be a friend or even a lover.
And from the relationship I discover
That I must learn from sister and brother
In the present or the past.
Memories are what get me through.
They remind me of dear friends like you.
© Lynnette Schuepbach, October 29, 1992