memories are photographs of the heart

In all probability you don't recall,

the life you lived when you were small,

like a photo album full of laughter,

the good out weighs the bad, which came after.

Memories are photographs of the heart,

you spend a lifetime browsing, from now to the start,

each moment captured frozen in time,

another paragraph to create, this sombre rhyme.

Memories of joy birthdays an' all,

in this ocean of life, seem very small,

my album reflects the life I've had,

pictures of joy, shrouded by the sad.

I can only reflect on passion and pain,

to me light and dark appear the same,

tears of laughter mixed with sorrow,

takes today what tomorrow can borrow.

So in this album of the soul,

pages are blank that should be whole,

tied to the past of misery,

joy is a prisoner who wants to break free.

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Mark Psychedlic 5 years ago from Birmingham UK Author

Thankyou my inspiration is my life and many moments highlight the words which tumble onto the page, ive more to say but sometimes words escape me like the blank pages of my "album" but I'll plod on and thankyou for the welcome Namaste


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Simply brilliant what more can a fellow Poet say. You have the gift and you show it in your scribes, I am pleased to find you here. I look forward to following you my new friend at the Hubs. Any BTW a very big welcome, you will meet many fine writers here, search them out.

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