Different names, faces that change,

Hurt feelings, love’s a hard game to play.

Winners and losers, each day the clock ticks away,

Disagreements that come to no end, words from lips, regrets.

Thoughts are different from different minds,

People change as the days drift in time.

Is there a value as discussion appears as fighting,

Angry faces and hurtful sayings aren’t kind.

What’s an illusion, something not there,

A trick to our minds that love’s in the air.

What once was is no longer now,

Was it ever there as we count the suns that go down.

A memory is a thought placed in our mind,

Illusion or reality as the days pass on by.

Keith Garrett

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