Memories

 

 

Memories
Those you want to cherish and hold on to
Of love, of friendship, of youth

Memories
Those that relentlessly haunt you like a damned curse
Of betrayal, of treachery, of mistakes

One keeps you going,
Even on a long weary day
The other makes everything dreary,
Even on a bright sunshiny day

Memories
It comes with a caveat
The good and the bad comes in one package
There is no freedom of choice

- S.T. Arasu