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