wonderful memories sleep in my mind
the most valued possession i can find
material objects are meaningless
immortal is your great memory chest
as life continues on and fades away
all you have left are memorable days
how does one become immortal in time
leave a number of memories behind
to those who remember me when i die
all of you were the apple of my eye
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 