There came a day
where those once important things
sat on the back shelf,
covered in the dust of lethargy.
My vision, once directed
by burning passions,
now barely glow in their charcoal form.
Those black embers, devoid of sparks,
play hide-and-seek with my invention.
My youth, a memory, tainted
by this sudden forgetfulness.
Please lend a helping hand...
remind me to remember.
Ian Bowen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remind-me-to-remember/
