From my “NOTES ACROSS TIME” series!
February 2, 2020 — 3:03 p.m.
The further back memories go,
the more ethereal they become.
Names of childhood friends remain unchanged,
but now the faces are of ghosts.
We remember that our paths once crossed,
but forget the participants along the way.
So now we shed tears for memories lost,
and cry, “Lo!” to our former youth.
We can never go back to innocence,
only forever will it take.
Live life as each day blooms,
for yesterday has no consciousness.
Stay focused and resolute
in these end of days,
keep faith in God,
for tomorrow is a gift
that might go unopened!
Peace and blessings!
