Hands of time move us forward,
never back.
Only memories frozen in mind,
can we reenact.

Written/Submitted by Robert M. Hensel.

Buried deep beneath an old oak tree,
lies a box thats been filled, with
childhood memories.
Three quarters,one ball, and a letter that
I wrote, holds the key to my mementos,
that time can’t revoke.

Written/Submitted by Robert M. Hensel.

I paint a picture,
I paint it in my head,
Something happened to me,
That I thought I’d forget.

Friends come and go
But my dignity still remains
But no matter how hard I try
It’ll never be the same

I try to forget
My unforgettable past
I never knew you hating me
Could happen so fast

My best friend was the girl I painted in my head
Now I guess our friendship is as good as dead.

This poem was written/submitted by Emma Djuric.