Memory

I’vebeen stuffing my cranium

Seven decades plus with

Theknowledge and wisdom

Ofmemory’s keep.

Sooften my mind wants

Toburst at the seams,

Yetalways finds room

Forthe new and unique.

 

Dreamsof my youth

Mayhave vanished in vapors

Ormerely transitioned

Tofit circumstance,

Aswhispers of time

Criedout new direction

Andchance took my hand

Andbade me to dance.

 

Whateverthe course, I pray

Letit continue to

Growand spread light

Sothat others might see.

Andwhen Fate finally calls

I’llleave something behind,

Ifonly a wrinkle

Intheir memory.