Memories

Times flows, moments float away.
A few of them fade, a few fuel rage.
A handful of them leave crevices which mark the values of life.
They leave memories like beautiful pictures, a few nifty moments designed by time.


A few firsts, a few hard ones
A few tears, a few disappointments.
A few laughs, a few struggles.
A few for many but unique to each one.


They are lived only once, but relived every moment,
We carry them around like our pots of gold
Selfishly cherished, but shared a lot.
The heavier they are, the lighter they feel.


They come to you when you need them most,
At times of need they give hope.
One small thought of these and then everything seems so different.
All black patches appear a little whiter