Memoirs

Alas, time flies;

A conundrum of this thought flows across

Every corner of the street.

We look behind to check our past

Our falls, our gains;

Our follies and virtues,

Our fancies and desires;

Our fears and anxieties,

But in totality,

All we need is a wall of memoirs.

Ciao! 😁

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