Precious

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Not for me a diamond
or something made of gold
For I can find my treasure
in memories of old
Just walking through the harbour
where I wandered as a boy
has value beyond measure
and instils in me a joy

That history has substance
intangible maybe
But one which stores a value
which is firmly part of me
The pleasure of a memory
a recollection there
is as precious as a pot of gold
and one I’ll always share

Nostalgia is a precious thing
no one can take away
It can never be devalued
and will be there, come what may
But treasured though the past may be
it always takes a bow
to the forming of new memories
from the present, here and now

ยฉJemverse

Photo – the old fisherman’s beach, Albion Street, Southwick (West Sussex, UK). Now filled in with rubble and concrete to form a car park for the harbour master’s office.

Day 16 in the ‘Blogging from A-Z challenge

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Deepti
    Apr 19, 2016 @ 07:14:22

    Beautiful nostalgic write.. memories are precious indeed.. be it our city , countryside , people or trees…

    http://serendipityofdreams.blogspot.in/2016/04/patterns-in-vision.html

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  2. Alasandra Alawine (@AlasandraATCAD)
    Apr 19, 2016 @ 09:23:41

    What a lovely poem. Memories are precious indeed.

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  3. Robin
    Apr 21, 2016 @ 06:18:11

    Aw, that is precious. Getting my poetry fix for the day. ๐Ÿ™‚

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