Memories..

I wrote this poem quite a long time back and just found it as i was going through my books..

My sad memories
Stand out in stark contrast
To the mosaic of my life
Coloured in blacks and greys
They clash with
The happy oranges
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
I flip through all of them
At will
Like the pages of
A much-thumbed book.
I see each of them like a film in my head.
Sometimes they are black and white
Mostly they are colour.
As the film plays,
As the pages turn,
As I relive those memories,
I wonder how many more
Are to come.
For life is short
And can be snatched away,
In the blink of an eye,
One-tenths of a second.