Oh wait, memories.

Oh stay, my weaker knees.

“Stand strong to nostalgia’s breeze.

Give no ground to soldiers

of molded green nor

Those mossy bricks of nature’s belief.”

But myself is me and I am weak,

Due to years of trying to seem

Stronger than I was

Made to be.

“Put the left in front of right,

Push onward through the

Mental fight,

Because days like this were

Made to test you and

Your silent might.

Oh knees, oh memories

Do not surrender again,

Please.”