A sea of memories
Memories are what make us who we are
We live life forming new memories
years go by and we have amassed a sea of memories
By then our memories drift in a sea
Slowly eroded by the tributary of time
We slowly forget our precious memories
Some faster than others
But even the most stalwart are eroded.
Experiences though shall never disappear
The new memories that fill the place of the old
Will never truly fill what has been taken.
