Walking down the memory lane,
Filled with beauty and also pain.
Trying to find a specific time,
Was a lot harder than his last climb.
And yet, he remembered almost everything,
‘Twas a gift, along with which, a curse did it bring.
Forgetting his miseries was nigh impossible,
Moving on, equally problematical.
But on the positive side,
Sometimes, ‘twas a pleasant ride.
Good memories were also recollected,
Helped him a lot when he was dejected.
Every page of the memory book, at his disposal,
In his past, he was an immortal.
In life, people and situations were no more,
But in mind, they were there, just like before.
“Funny thing it is.” his memory, he thought,
In his space like mind, he was the only astronaut.
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