Thursday Poem: The Cost Of Forgetting

The Cost Of Forgetting

(8-Line Ballade)

Until these moments break and fall
We can never allow the day
To turn around to face and call
Us out to speak, or then to say
A word or more against the way
The time is found and then it’s lost
Unless we can recall, we may
Forget and then we pay the cost.

The cost of not knowing at all,
Remembering, not the decay,
The loss of all we can recall
Of days we spent across the bay
To watch the sun descend and fall
Into the darkness, night, and lost.
Reminder of our own downfall
Forget and then we pay the cost.

Each day will bring a new pitfall
On every road you make your way
Towards a knowledge of it all
And how each moment makes a day
Around itself, and grows to stay,
A memory of times you crossed
From living here, to break away.
Forget and then we pay the cost.

Just forget all these games we play,
But then remember what is lost
Always, when you and I will say:
‘Forget and then we pay the cost.’