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Accepting The Messy Parts Of Your Life
THE OLD MAN AND HIS MEMORIES
Libby Taylor
Pictures hanging on the wall smile at me
Their tone grey and dark
Yet when I look at them, they light up the room with colour.
I look at myself back then; glossy hair, smooth skin
Surrounded by the people I loved
All gone now.
I catch a glimpse of an old man in the reflection of the pictures
He is now all I can focus on
His aged face covering a time of youth.
See, back then all I dreamt of was the future
And before I knew it I was old and alone
Dreaming of the past.
The old man and his memories: About Me
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