There are times  when you are forced to remember,

to hold the memory  alive

to relieve the pain and the sorrow

to show those memories you survived

There are times when you  need to remember

the  good times and the bad

as the sorrow of yesterday   washes over

the rocks that tomorrow  has had.

I know that I  must  keep the  memory

alive for a  future   time

but the  generation that  knows  why I do this

also knows why I make it rhyme.

For rhyme’s  disguise the tears

Rhyme`s  hide the fears

and roll the memory  up

and  thwack the pain away.


I am forced to remember