The place where all my memories are stored
has not grown, I think, with all my years.
Likely it has even been diminished
and may be more so  as my life is finished.
What happens to those memories  I’ve had
that no longer linger in my mind —
the ones that I once called upon replaying
times  that  for awhile I wished to savor?
I am intrigued by what I choose to keep
or do I  really choose?   I’m at the mercy
of so much I fail to understand.

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