are never forgotten ~

whether a tale or a scent,

not many golf shots, i’m afraid

(though some),

a longing, a thought, a word.

some moments remain.

since i was a child, it seems,

i’ve collected them.

many i’d like to forget,

but most often, i realize that, in a way,

i am who i am as a sum of all

the good, the bad,

and the stinking ugly.

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expect it to be the same for many