Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Saturday, 27 December 2014
Past
My only purpose to serve as a memory
A lesson, if you will, of what was.
Time gone by, this is what I am.
Sometimes you remember me,
Sometimes you forget.
But it matters not,
For I am always here,
Or at least…
I was.
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