# The precious memorys'.

Author: james mikoto
Tags: Love, Memories, Pain, Poetry, Sad, Story, War, life, past, precious

#2 of love

wrote in a hurry had to get to school not in my best motivational state but i will fix it latter on or i already did or in the process.

> The precious memories i have are above advance  
> hang them with my love like I'm in a club dance,  
> Then frame them in the hallways of my ascending heart.  
>   
> The fond remembrance  
> Of the joys that once were in the past  
> Will overcome the tears that want to stream fast.  
>   
> Little thought was given  
> As the years went quickly.  
> We took good times for granted,  
> that is true for the well gifted.  
> Perhaps, it's for the best,  
> Enjoying simple pleasures,  
> In retrospect, that was all a mess.  
>   
> There was no use to ask the future  
> To give away its secrets.  
> No blueprints for what would lie ahead.  
> It is the choices that we made   
> the choices that are gray and colored clad,  
> Experiences, both good and bad,  
> That down life's path, all are led to cold inducing wrath.  
>   
> Looking back, I sometimes wonder  
> If there were things I should have changed,  
> I'm a little hurt that even now I might be fazed.  
> Has it all been taken from me?  
> No, time has shown a tender mercy  
> For I still have my precious memory.

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