MUSICAL MEMORIES

 You can hear the background static on an

Old record album

One that many have forgotten about

One stashed at the back of you closet

Lost amidst your childhood love letters

The record is slightly warped with age

It’s music playing like an untuned guitar

The memories that it brings are like the sharp

End of a needle being mercilessly driven

Into your arm

It quite relentlessly awakes you to all

The past emotions once cleared from your mind

Whether the adrenalin flows from the reflection

Of joy or the ripples of anger

The past is but a collection of memories

Memories that are pictures in you head

Sometimes caricatures of people once admired

Other times a depiction of ones you hadn’t

Cared for, strung up like Texas outlaws

Memories are nothing but the past

Not to be changed nor to be totally forgotten

Dwelling in our mind like unwanted scars

The experiences we have had can never be

Relived but they can always be remembered

Retained like words of ancient songs

And hopefully always with a lesson