Committed to remembering my time
of consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.
I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,
and often journalized. I don’t have fears
of Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublime
and durable, or so it still appears.
But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplated
perhaps true recollection’s overrated.

(Ottava Rima)

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