Essence of Reminiscence

What's in a memory?
It blows with the wind,
Light as the laugh
That escapes from
The dying man's lips.

It runs with the stream,
The clear water
Turned a thousand colors,
Stained by experiences past.

It thrums with the heart,
Comforts us when we have need,
Makes us reflect,
And teaches us what no textbook can.

Less pleasant memories
Must accompany the favorable.
For if there are no bad memories,
What is there to contrast to the good ones,
And make them good?
Everything blends.

Memories:
Filling,
And at the same time,
Full.