Memories

the shadowed fragments of life
a faded photograph, an empty glass
the bitter sweet after taste
of mind conjured thoughts

dulled by time’s forward march
life pauses for a forced replay
the poking of the evening embers
the glow gone and dust to dust

in the morning the sun dissolves
history moves back underground
rejoice in another day to be lived!
to be remembered or not

but you are with me always
gold vein in the rock of my days

© Richard Scutter 12 September 2007

for Maureen and PRP