Memory, Come To Me!

Habits die hard.
Memories die harder.
Bitter or better;
Memory is a winning fighter.
With our emotions, they play.
Few memories act as teacher.
Some can be called a preacher.
From past, we learn.
Dos and don’ts is what they mean.
Past is called memory.
Few memories become history.
Memories live in compartments.
They are life’s activating elements.
Bitter ones activate depression.
Better ones give life, an expression.
Sweet are those which are cherished.
Sad ones cannot be perished.
Memories are not at our beck and call.
At their service are one and all.
If they decide to make us cry, they do.
To be happy for a while, to them we go to.
Memories belong to us; this is our illusion.
Vice versa is the true revelation.
Believe it or not???!!!