Forever Hold


The memory, you would think, is the simplest of things.
Every thought of your past a memory clings.
Like the time when you sailed over every sea,
The time when you had the greatest cup of tea.
The memory holds much more than a thought though,
It is the incline that causes you to do what you do so,
Never forget your personal collection.
You never know when you may need a small recollection.
Forever make memories until your fire turns to charcoal,
Forever hold them in the back of your mind's rabbit hole,
Please make sure you visit wonderland sometimes,
Most importantly always try to remember the good times.

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