Proverbs 10:7 

7 The memory of the righteous is a blessing,
but the reputation of the wicked will rot.

 

Memory

 

Here I come again ... early in the morning.

The day has not started yet and you’re kicking in the door.

Don’t you ever rest ... who keeps your inventory?

Every day you’re growing and asking for more.

 

The things I want forgotten ... move into the foreground.

Who can keep you back ... who pulls your string?

It is really strange that you ... can’t be forgotten

so that later in the day ... experiences ring.

 

You are such a part of me ... hanging around my neck.

Day or night whenever you want ... you invade my privacy.

Just to remind me ... that you can take me captive

any time you feel like ... in your own ecstasy.

 

Are you apart of the Fall? ... Probably not

because way before long “ago” ... history was in place.

It really was the time ... that memory got “life”

in expectation for the event ... called: “The human race”.

 

Jan Wienen