Walking down memory lane - A poem

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Walking down memory lane, I took the street called past, Standing at the cross roads , Where life met confusion last. I perceive wholesome clarity now, Where muddle once reigned, I see wisdom play, When ignorance I feigned. I watch sorrows past, Pass me by in haste, Laughter alone sojourns, Hurts completely erased. I reach my street, Which once was packed With the good, bad and not so rare Now with happiness alone stacked. Scenes in rosy tints, Welcome me as I come, Peals of laughter and merry songs, Joyfully I hum! Memories are strange things, Where past, present and future seamlessly blend, Where one begins and another ends, To discern I don’t pretend. Poem by sofs How do your memories take you?