Poem: Memories

Memories,
Are nothing but a road long travelled,
Pitted and cobbled,
With bricks and stones,
Of all shapes,
And sizes,
That weathers the test of time,
That fades in color and strength,
But still remain,
Pieced,
Fitting,
Melding,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Both dull and bright,
That paints the picture,
The mesh of color and tone,
Of one's life and story.