End of Memories

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End of Memories

LIVE

If today did not happen

Then tomorrow would not matter

The memories of today makes

The stories for tomorrow

The mystery of tomorrow

Makes today complete

In balance lies the memories

As a bondhu said

"Everyday is a new Day"

The potential of tomorrow

Needs no calendars

All that matters is the 

Anticipation

Of the new memories

That will come tomorrow

Tomorrow is

A new opportunity

For memories

No more and no less

When the memories stop

Life stops

REMEMBER

To make memories today

So that you want to live

Tomorrow

To tell the stories

Comments

Adhiraj A Bhaduri said…
Love the end! Years, dates are just numbers that only change. The power is in the Now! To create the memories to motivate our tomorrow!
December 31, 2023 at 9:12 AM
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