Memories
are the past,
are the past,
A
path up to a musty attic,
path up to a musty attic,
That’s
life stacked up there.
life stacked up there.
Piles
of shoe boxes filled,
of shoe boxes filled,
Yellowed
envelops,
envelops,
A
tower of ancient vinyl,
tower of ancient vinyl,
Weathered
albums, ancient year books.
albums, ancient year books.
1964
baby girl arrives joining
baby girl arrives joining
A
two-year-old brother;
two-year-old brother;
The
new beginning, four lives into fifty plus years.
new beginning, four lives into fifty plus years.
Faint
shadows cross a darkening window.
shadows cross a darkening window.
New
lives carry on;
lives carry on;
Old
ones and memories slip away.
ones and memories slip away.
It’s
time to finish stories and chapters
time to finish stories and chapters
The
book gets heavier and heavier to hold
book gets heavier and heavier to hold
Heavier
to open and close
to open and close
Hard
to discern a fond memory
to discern a fond memory
From
the dross of a long life lived.
the dross of a long life lived.
It
is time to go down those stairs.
is time to go down those stairs.
© 10 October 2016
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