My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
Tag: life journey
Age Related – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I learn that, like so many of us, we are irregular shapes — but somehow have to make our way forwards.”
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 