The typestry of memories

In the depths of gloomy memories, Where shadows dance and light fades, A tapestry of thoughts unravels, Some to resolve, some to cherish, And others, the heart-wrenching stains. The hours slip away like sand, A barrelhead of moments to pay, Eyes filled with love for wife and child, Scenes of heart's backslapping play, Thoughts packed tight like sardines, Some sweet, some bitter, all intertwined. The days of old, with teardrops shed, A life's roll marred by pain, Yet now, scales fall from tired eyes, No longer deceived, a truth unchained. In the echo of fading light, A symphony of memories takes flight, A cacophony of joy and strife, A soul laid bare, a dance of life. The past, a ghost that haunts the mind, Yet in its grip, a freedom found, For in these memories, we find our truth, A journey through the shadows of our youth.