I am unique, on of a kind,
Memories keep me alive,
Remember, I do a lot,
And the mind is on an overdrive.
There’s none better to remember
Than my grandmother and me,
But, the curse of the fate,
The brain cells are now debris.
Each of my possessions have
A memory associated to it,
I love how it makes me
And brings up those tidbits.
Songs, I hear, too have events.
That are tagged along with them
Words, melody and lyrics,
Brings smiles or tears, therefrom.
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