Memory (More To Come)

Poem By Egal Bohen

If I remembered not what I had done
Life would be a dark place without sun
If I remembered not the way to stand
Then I should have to crawl upon the land

If I remembered not, to speke a word
Then nothing could I say that would be heard
If I remembered not, what was my name
Then everyone, to me would be the same

If I remembered not the things I love
Then there would be, no turtle dove
If I remembered not what I had found
My mind would now be empty, barren ground

For memory does enable every thing
For with it, every day we all begin
Without it, nothing ever can be known
Without it we are all, each one, alone

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