"I am the light that shines twice as bright,
The sword that cuts twice as deep
The running water that heals the wound
The dappled shade that offers calm."
 
Yet light is none too bright,
Illumines none too well,
And though it tries, it hardly serves
To push the darkness back at all.
 
And so it is with memory,
For though I try
I can't recall
Your face as first I saw your grace.
 
So what then is this poor memory
That tells us what we are,
Who we are, where we've been
And how we should behave?
 
The same old fortunes pass us by,
Yet never do we learn
But sit and weep, and seek to find
Where none exists
Some meaning