I had thousands of mondays in my life
cannot recall which one it was
I remember eating a cherry, it had a worm
so it must have been quite a while ago
and some absurd things
like the shorts on a girl
the ugly manner a man smoked
how does one live in this controlled world
how can any lunatic endure it
finding anyone’s family is not my duty
I am content composing my own story
it’s a beautiful midday
remembering a beautiful night of the past
and then things filled to the brim
like bottles of water
I feel like crying
let this be the end, I say
but the end of what
at least of these stone steps
translated by Omer Kursat
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Leonard Durso 
Thousands of memories! the little ones as important as the big ones. I like this poem.
Big & little, they all add up to a life remembered.
Life is like one of those puzzles where the pieces are different sizes, from LARGE to medium to very small. You need all the pieces to make the whole and I guess that’s what the poem is saying as well. Memories, no matter their size are part of the puzzle and make the entire picture whole.
“no matter their size” yes, yes, so right.
It’s nice to have you back. 😊
Thank you. It’s nice to see old friends again.
😊