Memory
Strings
A
Power
Line,
Super
Fine
But
Strong,
To
Remind
Me
Of
Things
I did
Wrong.
Yet
I always
Had
A
Song,
Worked
Hard,
Did
My
Best
And
All
The
Rest.
My
Errors
Cluster
Like
Sparrows
In
Flight,
And
Among
Them,
On
Bright
Wings,
Are
The
Few
Things
I did
Right.