Where dost thou keep thine memories? Within the shadowy corners of your mind? Perhaps an album carefully hid away From prying eyes and stark determination? As for mine? I wear them boldly Much like a livid scar, Scrawled deep across one cheek And reaching to the other, For all to see and judge If sentence due, For condemnation cannot brand the guilty Or change one moments history a jot. Old years night the universal door swings wide Allowing time to touch quite seamlessly, Past present future squashed into one lump Of darkest graphite for a New year’s gift.