We wander through life, trying to make memories.
Some, in ourselves, that will warm our aging hearts,
and others, of ourselves, that will last beyond our years,
and I often find myself wondering
if anyone will bother remembering me at all.
Look in my mirror and you’ll see…
it remembers you much easier than me.
So I wander through life, parasitically pleasing,
surrounding myself with people; I’m insecure and needy that way.
Yet most of those people, the ones I know and love,
will never even realize…
I tried, once, to be a poet.
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