Every Memory

An old friend arrived yesterday.
He reminded me of those days.
They were long ago and almost forgotten.
Every memory came rushing back.

I wonder whether I did the right thing.
My motivation has been lost to time.
When I try to describe the events,
my words are confused as I stammer.

I fight my hardest at everything I do.
Today I am working on a new problem.
It doesn’t seem that difficult.
Do I dare try again?

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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