My Memories Are a Museum Now
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits —
artifacts of the past,
days, time, people —
some of whom did not last.
And now crazy ideas become –
cattle ranchers in my life;
they are rounding up decisions,
the ones that I never knew –
if they were wrong or right.
My memories are a museum now,
and sometimes I do not want to enter.
Sometimes there is an air of regret,
sometimes joy, sometimes longing.
But then I was once such a young boy,
saddled with idle wit and too many toys.
My memories are a museum now.
James Garratt – Thursday 5th June 2025
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My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
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