Life is a walking memory,
A shadow of the past;
Some thought or deed or saying
Is put in word at last.
Some memories are tragedies,
And some bring bitter pain,
And some bear marks of heartache
As they're written on the brain.
One always can look in the past
And sit and stare and dream;
It takes a man with purpose
To foil this subtle scheme.
Yes, there are memories in my past
Which I had best forget
And fight the battle to the last,
Unto the goal He's set.
Cease idle dreaming in my mind
And let my soul fly on,
To greater, richer, heights sublime
Which God has called upon.
~ Charles G. Ramsey
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