Memories

I should but know my memories
but slowly I loose grasp.
Of always and forever and of my distant past.
My memories are fading but some return to catch me up and bless me with imagery ablast.
At last I am forgiving of my wanderings
into systems and into worlds of cruel drudgery.
And everything I know, and what matters the most - what I can afford to you in humble boast.
So if I should forget a poem in this mote
be sure I did remember to protect what I had wrote.
And never mind if words aren't felt here as they aught.
I will stand beside them for memories aren't merely bought.
But all may soon relate to forgetting memories so in that fact all man may surely take their leave.