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Memory, the key to my treasure trove
with it I can travel backward in time;
without it I am lost, alone and lonely.
Memory is the most splendid treasure,
echoes of happy childhood days resound
overlaying fear of uncertainties;
memories make me rich, my golden years
glittering like gems lying half hidden
in the pathways and the dusty corners
of a mind filled with a rich seam of dreams.
Some fulfilled, some shattered, a smattering
of nightmares loiter in shadow; waiting
to leap out, there to haunt a restless night.
The jet and jade, jewels of the hard times
best forgotten yet part of the bounty;
the treasure trove that is the gift of life.
