MEMORIES
Every day is a memory; every second is history in the
making. Some things we never get to say but they are always screaming loud in
our minds. The mind is a store for all life’s baggage. Shooting high for the
stars we forget to relive history. Only looking to the future, we miss the
sweet test of memories. I made it to the top but I always sit and reminisce,
about all the moments and all the people I that never stayed around. I shade a
tear in joy of the days in the past. Those homeboys we chilled with at the corner
of the street. That homeless dude that bought us alcohol because we were under
age. Sometimes I wish we could reverse it back and play manhunt in the back of
that grocery store just for a day. And it’s these memories that weighed more
than anything. It is those memories that have shaped the world into a batter
place now. I love you my old boys and girls we used to kick it with. Because without,
I wouldn’t be the man I am. Without all my old jobs I wouldn’t be the hard
worker I am. God bless America.
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