A memory is born in the shadow
Of an instant’s death becoming
Public domain once it hits
Tomorrow. Quickly aged by a day
If aged by a decade in its telling
And retelling. Patent-free before
All living eyes, preserved for all
Generations to come, permanent
In the hearts of first persons,
Never to be secured by copyright.
A memory lives in various accounts,
Rising to a moment to be unbelievable,
Painful, magical, but in one constant-
A memory is unforgettable.
A memory dies when narrations
Cease and ink, like wells, runs dry,
And the world darkens on its last day.
Hence, a memory never dies in our
Time, but lives to become bedtime
Stories for restless children, starry
Serenades of nightly reminisces
With lovers, challenges of the minds
To overcome to find better tomorrows,
Unbound by trademarks of time and place.
A memory is immortal in our graces
Like tellurium’s half-life. No remorse
Nor tears nor flowers can mark its passing.
A memory does not die, it becomes history.
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