Driving on Memory Lane


When thoughts so golden, you can’t remember;

it’s like the conscience for the murder-

For big o’l wheels screech and screech;

sand castles for the road, and blankets for the beach-

memories all in forget-me-not lane;

never again to surface-

no matter how long you’ve driven for, or whence thou hast taken thine rest-

For a trip down memory lane, is like a trip down an emptied brain;

when noggins spill juice, thoughts take a left turn, and end up lost again-

memories, like needles used to sew up patches;

to return again, the thought thief snatches-

patches like thought bubbles, and bubbles like tires;

forever to drive down memory lane’s spire-

Copyrightcopyright April 18, 2014


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