in this old rickety chair,
rocking back and forth as if to turn time.
My thoughts race back,
to a time I can only remember in dreams.
Those fondly remembered years,
when summers meant adventure and
winters meant reflection.
I remember when life was simpler.
Now an old man I can do nothing,
but,perhaps smile when memories tug at me.
How frail this life came to be.
The moments were lie dreams.
Before me I turn my withered hands,
each telling of a tale of a life,
hardened beyond years, mended by hope.
I remember when my life was simpler.
How is it that I never came to know,
this man trapped inside of me?
Now grey beyond count, I live for
only the memories.
In time I too shall pass.
I wonder who will remember me?
Will all that I shared be cherished?
Time takes all and mends all.
I remember when life was simpler,
when mornings were slow,
and sleep was another world.
Ahh, how I remember, I remember.
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