The Memory

On a day long ago was learned
a terrible lesson, my friend.
In the memory burned
Too swiftly to comprehend
And dry a great river turned.

What happened that echoing day?
To this little boy, full of passion
So much to give and to say
A life for beauty amassing…
Then for watching it fade away.

“I’m sorry,” he began to cry
Before giving his gift.
It became too much to try,
A burden too heavy to lift,
And he almost told it goodbye.

Someday, it is said, he will find
Holding the hand of a friend
The memory locked away in his mind
And the courage to give once again
With shame left far, far behind.

 

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