Why is it that memories,

Have a strange way of formation?

With those whom we love-

We associate the happy ones.

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The sad memories often,

Are linked with those;

Whom we never loved much,

Or would rather forget.

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A plethora of sunny thoughts,

Fill our minds with happiness;

While thinking of those we love.

The sad ones vanish like smoke.

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The exact opposite happens,

When we think of those;

Who broke our hearts,

At some point of time or other.

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The gloomy experiences,

That we carry in our hearts;

Burden our souls like lead,

Unhappiness abounds.

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Be a giver of good memories.

For memories are all we take,

When our trip to the world is done;

And it is time to return.