Memories

My memories are a broken wheel
struggling to keep up as I feel
as I remember over and over again
the best moments, the worst
and everything in between
only remembering the remembering
only remembering the best, or worst
forgetting what I knew I would
the small moments, the empty days,
the bland family mornings
the repetitive, only the idea remains
never each event
these moments are my life
yet are unimportant
not eventful enough to stay
And then slowly that part of the wheel
falls away from the rest
never to be seen again
as the wheel rolls away
But anyways there must be room
for everything new to come
for all the ups and downs
for everything I can’t even imagine
for the wheel to rebuild itself
to add to everything it has
everything new
and to roll on