Memories, they have changed lives,

I behind the sensual being can’t look

at it anymore, that being across which

throes play no role at such hours.

I heard it once somewhere in the

memories, I thought I was dead.

I am better of it, living my life with

those relishable memories.

How many memories

Can a man hold, that thing I have seen

memories have changed my way of

behaving or chagrined figure

I didn’t know

All the memories come in like a wave,

We the people drowning in those