Memories will be altered
Through frequent rehearsals and
Likely exaggerated.
They may dwindle from neglect,
Get overgrown, become lost
Tracks for archeologists
To rediscover and sift
One meter-square at a time.
But they aren’t ashes in jars.
There’s no cornucopia
Holds the passing of your days.
You’re the elaborations
Of complicated patterns
You made as you made your way.
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