At the fag end of life
when no one is around
Just me and my memories
Stay together to see the life
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a marvelous post portraying memory of past....ten star
Just me and my memories Stay together to see the life from the windows of present....captivating poetic expression! A lovely short work....10
A powerful and insightful write on life, age and past. As we grow old we tend to cherish the memories we gathered from yesterdays. Physical restraints due to old age sometimes hinder one to enjoy the present. However, with help from loved ones and family one can still enjoy what life has to offer and make memories as beautiful as yesterdays. A wonderful write.
When no one is around! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Here past is more joyous than present as the memories indicate the glorious past. At present we are in the end of the life. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10
I would say glorious past will never return except via memories. I agree with my friend Kelly, as we grow we isolate from the young lot.
As we age, we become more isolated and see the past as a fairy tale. All the more reason to fully enjoy each moment of now.
Bit nostalgic. Nice write