I Remember
by Michael Renshaw

Old grandfather clock ticking
passage of time remembered.
Treasuring moments
tucked within a keepsake pocket.
Collected moments
remembered, cherished, held
since first we met so long ago.

Old memories fill the space of time.
Hearts beat out the rhythm
of birth, life, death.
Each moment of now is fleeting
yet memories flow forever.
Take this wrinkled hand
one moment more
and still
I remember

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