( I'm not real bothered what any think of this
as it's just the way it's been in Gods name )
I was born it seems with a gift of a said freak memory
It was second to non as it was so vast in it's being
No one including myself was aware of it at the time
But in later years as a child this they began seeing
It was a gift according to some that were back then
An ability I knew of not as myself then I never knew
But my memory was simply so very unable to forget
And it had improved so as in time I and it slowly grew
I had a family that really did not like me being around
I never missed a single thing nor forgot anything as well
And back then when souls often told a different version
I'd correct them and explain unbiasedly would I then tell
Over life souls develop selective memories how they do
To repaint a past so it doesn't after time seem so bad
This being is how man often over time rewrites history
And that's not on as far as I am concerned it's very sad
But this gift of a memory it has a flip side as well
As one grows one has some things that one will regret
And with my memory being strangely as it is and has been
There are things over a life time one does wish to forget
As a child I missed out on a lot of schooling when younger
But all I had to do was read a book and all in it was mine
I really can't watch a movie twice as I know every word
And like my poetry I can almost quote every single rhyme
I can in Gods name remember my very first birthday cake
Mum had made for me a large marble cake upon that day
And in my mind I still can see it sitting there on the table
On her oldest mother's oval dish all on such grand display
So many of my family wished I'd learn so to simply forget
But the past is like a calving within my mind and my soul
I've learned to not allow so much past to still get me down
Being positive keeps in the warmth and locks out the cold
I've been tested re this so very many times over time
And it always proved endlessly that it was very real to be
One cannot explain things like this being as at times they are
And all they said this young man has indeed a freak memory
However it amazes me how in my life time how so many try
To repaint so many things that once occurred in all of reality
Hoping that after a generation or maybe two or even three
These things that really were and did happen never was to be .
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