Leave Memory to Technology

You begin to think
A lot more about
How much, how quickly
Days are forgotten.
Pick a child, any

Child, at any age,
Moving through their days,
And ask yourself how
Much you remember
Of your own those days.

Throw darts at your days,
Your ancients of days,
Your most recent days.
Not much left, is there?
And yet, you think, this

Day, this very day,
Must go well today.
You can’t even rake
The rotted, golden
Leaves of all your days,

Much less remember
Which fell how well when.
Neither will that kid,
Any kid, recall
Their deeds all their days.