There came a day <br />where those once important things <br />sat on the back shelf, <br />covered in the dust of lethargy. <br />My vision, once directed <br />by burning passions, <br />now barely glow in their charcoal form. <br />Those black embers, devoid of sparks, <br />play hide-and-seek with my invention. <br />My youth, a memory, tainted <br />by this sudden forgetfulness. <br />Please lend a helping hand... <br /> <br />remind me to remember.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remind-me-to-remember/
