Down memory lane

Corridors of Our Memories

By David Harris

 

 

Down the corridors of our memories,

we stroll whenever we can,

finding snippets of our life left behind.

Loves that we wanted but lost,

heartaches that fell upon us

in those long ago days.

We stroll down the corridors

looking for things we forgot

finding little pockets

that we had forgotten about.

Little treasure that made our life full

now only a memory from a faraway hill

that we once climbed,

but will never climb again.

Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen

of people from our past never to be seen again.

All of them deposited along

the corridors of our memories

where we like to stroll along

every now and then.

 

(This snap is dedicated to someone who is the inspiration of my photography)

 

 

 

 

 

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