Aren’t memories the weirdest thing?

They hold onto you forever;

A wanted or unwanted guest,

Do they leave you? Oh never!!

You can change the air you breathe,

Or u can grow a garden weed;

Fulfil your every want and need,

You can change yourself indeed.

You can fall forever in love

Or you can own a lovely dove;

You can have Christmas in May

Or splendid springs everyday...

You can amend all your mistakes

Or you can live your life in stakes;

You can fake your pretty face

Or try and win life’s every race.

But what has past, will never change

That is what makes life so strange;

They are all those memories

Yes, the very old memories...

That would laugh when you would cry;

Give confidence when you feel shy;

Or make you live when you die;

Asking no reasons and no WHY...

For these are those memories

That holds on you forever...