MEMORY
The enemy of memory creeps nearer,
The mists thicken for a while,
Then part again and roll away and sunshine gleams and my soul is lifted.
The joy is like a long forgotten thing of love returned.
But always the enemy is stalking and the fog not far away;
But if it never hides me from all time and memories;
Then I can live my life as I have always done.
My reason is still with me,
Only my memory is challenged and the enemy is held at bay.
Sadly he will be with me always,
But for now is held in check,
And I can live my life again,
And laugh and think, and be myself,
Full of joy and gratitude again.
The cup of life still brims;
And laughter ripples and fond memories will never fade away.
David Barnato.
Paarl. South Africa
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