Down the corridors of our memories, <br />we stroll whenever we can, <br />finding snippets of our life left behind. <br />Loves that we wanted but lost, <br />heartaches that fell upon us <br />in those long ago days. <br />We stroll down the corridors <br />looking for things we forgot <br />finding little pockets <br />that we had forgotten about. <br />Little treasure that made our life full <br />now only a memory from a faraway hill <br />that we once climbed, <br />but will never climb again. <br />Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen <br />of people from our past never to be seen again. <br />All of them deposited along <br />the corridors of our memories <br />where we like to stroll along <br />every now and then.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corridors-of-our-memories/
