Commit it all to paper,
those of you who are walking archives,
because it's time to admit
that your storage capacity
has been exceeded.
But worse still are the vermin:
just as moisture and silverfish
attack the written record,
so the aging equivalents
(we'll call them "mice" to simplify)
remove what's stored in the head,
eliminate the memories,
whether new or old.
If you are a walking archive,
get it all out of the swamp of your mind
and commit it to acid-free paper.
Keep it in a climate-controlled cupboard.
Act as if it is important to retain
this body of memories
and maybe (but don't count on it)
someone, someday, will actually notice.
Alternatively, ignore me.
Let it all evaporate
from your mind.
Walk for your pleasure, not as an archive.
The past has passed.
Let it go.
Copyright 2014 Ann Tudor