This is in response to the Freedom of Expression challenge – Memories- curated by Richa/ Iscriblr.
I was walking down the memory lane
with trepidation and fear
Jangling my pocket full of
memories to peak and peer
Long had I dithered
taking the half forgotten paths
Was spooked at the thoughts
of old buried wraths
Kept telling myself, would do it
when I had the time to spare
Alas! Lacking courage
taking this road I did not dare
The first memory I pulled out
made me smile with pure joy!
For who can ever forget the mate
who shared her prized toy?
The next one was smooth and shiny
Because its constantly used
This friend I still call
When I am hurt or confused.
The one that I pull out of pocket now
has rough and jagged ends
It still hurts to recall the bitter fights
With those who were supposedly friends.
Ah! I so well remember that day,
My sole claim to glory
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