I sometime feel that things I need to remember get lost or forgotten. I want to try and sort out the important things to remember, and let unimportant things slip in to oblivion. A poem to support this:
Today I must start to create memories.
The chest holding these special moments
is never filled up.
Some of these are spoiled, and
perhaps should be thrown away.
There are also those that have
become cold or distorted by time.
Cleaning out the chest,
hopefully, will prevent mold from
spreading to those that are fresh,
and well worth keeping.
Yes, today I will make some more,
hoping to find that they do not
cover any that are in the chest.
Hoping, too, that these I make today
will supply me comfort until
I want to make some more.
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