Memories

• Henry Brown, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

Yet you’ll yearn for where you were
A place in which you understood
Somehow
Even though I know memories become sweeter with age
Like disgustingly sweet ripened fruit
I long to go back
It is where I belong
Yet for granted I took it
And atimes I wished to never return
But I always ended up back here
Clawing at the walls for more
Barbarically ironic
But alas
I shall not mourn for what is lost
In the endless deserts, they call time
But I can only rejoice
As what I have gained is more valuable than all the jewels and gold in the world

Memories