In the long road of life I’ve lived, beautiful childhood,
Life-long friends, family, finding the love of my life, our dear Son,
The good memories with them are all crystal clear,
These are the ones I try to hold on to, and hold dear.
But old age doesn’t quite work that way
Sometimes I feel my memory slowly slipping away
Jumbling my mind and making it unclear,
Not sure what the passage of time has yet to convey.
Could it be the rivers of my memory
Are drying up, so to say? Short term memory is nearly gone;
But no matter, each day I cherish the memories I make anew
Of my forever wife, my loving Son, and now Chelsea too.
Maybe this old man
Can stand to lose a few brain cells
Of the very few times not so memorable, not so kind,
So he can cherish the present ones now, that are much more refined.
As long as I have the memory of the good times of my life,
Relishing good times of my childhood;
Golden times with my loving wife, Chelsea and Rob,
Then I’m happy, for that can never be undone.
Bob Collazo, 06/29/23
