UNM (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

Of Memory

Blessed at times do I feel
as age in circles it's grasp.

The memories are all there
powerful poignant yet true.

Can I wish some away?
Would I if I could?

Never the good would
I so cast aside.

No right thus for to the bad.

Some tree's are preferable
to some more than other's.

The memories all dare
to hold inside the branch
of growth none hide.

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