Author Georgia Douglas Johnson What need have I for memory, When not a single flowerHas bloomed within life's desert For me, one little hour.What need have I for memory Whose burning eyes have metThe corse of unborn happiness Winding the trail regret? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments