My Memories are Fading (a poem)

My memories, they are fading
Pictures of old days are rusting
Memories used to be cascading
Now, they are just crusting

Maybe I’m just getting older
And things I’m starting to forget
Old traumas no longer smolder
For my sins, I did repent

My childhood seems distant
Old relatives becoming ghosts
My mind’s no longer efficient
Through life I just coast

Memories could be gone forever
We make new ones everyday
This moment I will treasure
In my mind, it’s getting late

(Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash)

4 thoughts on “My Memories are Fading (a poem)

  1. Terveen Gill August 2, 2021 / 8:43 am

    In my mind, it’s getting late

    This line is so haunting. Ended on a great note. 🙂

    • Nick Pipitone August 2, 2021 / 9:22 am

      Thank you! I only just turned 35, so I’m frightened to think of two decades from now lol.

      • Terveen Gill August 2, 2021 / 11:06 am

        Fifty-five is the new thirty-five.
        So that just makes you fifteen.
        Haha. You’ve got a long way to go.
        Enjoy! 🙂

      • Nick Pipitone August 2, 2021 / 12:24 pm

        LOL – Thanks!

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