Memories

I open the book of memories gone

To add pages new, but linger on

The pictures of treasured times

Gone by, pictures of my life flying by

Visions that flow like pages of a book

Maybe out of order but how they look

Maybe distorted by the mirror of time

But never the less indisputably mine

Sifting through the good and the bad

Trying to learn and make myself glad

Spiralling past memories, slowing my descent

My new memories adding portent

Eyes wide open as l stack the pages

Checking those empty for future stages.