although it may not matter now
the way I felt
or wondered how
some things thought easy to obtain
are not the same to keep or maintain
forgotten faces
unremembered voices
and reasons why we made those choices
loss of reason
and withered will
can bring ones world to a stand still
remainders linger
mental pictures
grow stranger and harder to figure
through hard times
and harder liquor
they burn quicker
than oil and wicker
and as history blazes away
reflecting what we wish would stay
it illuminates a brand new day
where we can leave behind the weight
the things that are not made to last
are often better in our past
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