If I were able to remember, I might rather not
continue to glorify living by a rope’s single knot.
For every afternoon I soak in a wistful memory,
I’ll easily pass on the fear of societal misery
While around me the world continues to age
I wonder what’s it is like to finally be that sage.
Because last time I thought about prior years
there came to mind an epiphany of fears
today, I look behind my walls to understand time
while the world moves forward, I live a life sublime.
I wish a memory might energize your state of mind
in the manner we used to think about, how we remind
ourselves that each living hour, each moment, second
chance we choose to pursue, becomes an amend
again, a reminder of our lives in the days before
suggest we give solace to knowing there is more.