Renaissance

I go back through the pages and visit myself as a distant reminder of all I left Behind - once was The pages hold letters for sweethearts long gone Recorded game winners and the forgotten one-hit song Yet, there are no words to express for the future So, I rely on memories to hold together - my suture With each day come and past I pledge my promise to paper then delve into the sheaves when the sense of self starts to taper When memory shades dull by time the words are left there to remind the marking of life good and bad the scroll of what once was had