Remember

A drop of blood can tell a judge a life story,
but the person can barely recite a chapter
for as time passes,
our memory becomes cataract.
Times so clear become dim,
Faces opaque or lost to the darkness.
So what good is the fountain of youth
if who you are dies with those who know you?
The stars only beaten in number by experience,
yet stars will not fade from thought.
Cloudy eyes and smoky minds give way to loss.
Hope is forlorn for days not yet arrived,
as the tide will pull them out and drown them.
Routine becomes death,
as days drift to days.
A lifetime turns into a moth eaten album,
holes more numerous than a felon's claim
and losses greater than a gamblin' man.
For life speaks towards forgetting,
both good and bad carried in the breeze
until dust settles on tomorrow.
Memories are a gift from acquaintance,
a mutual respect between time and existence.
Death may give life meaning
but life without love is meaningless.
The memory of memories past provide the fire,
so don;t let people slip away...remember.