Seldom does the darkness fall,
In either lonely room or banquet hall
That the memories purchased at Youth’s expense
Come back to me as fair recompense.
For when Time steals in with stealthy tread
And alludes to the secrets that lie ahead-
Pointing to the balance of what is left,
My heart turns away feeling bereft.
For those memories made, though truly held dear
Through Time’s slow workings become unclear
And their value then has changed somehow
To a lesser worth of what they should be now.
My heart in such moments of quiet reflection
Is wont to succumb to introspection
And to question the worth of those memories earned
When the hands of Time have fatefully turned.
Soon the longing creeps in for another chance
To relive the days from the Past’s expanse,
To live once again the days of yore
And go back in time to the days of before.
In so doing I think I would find
The hidden source to some peace of mind.
I would rewrite my future if the Past would allow
To find the happiness I think I lack now.
I’d want to relive my youth in splendor
And make new memories more dear and tender;
To relive my life the way I once thought
And perhaps to find the things I once sought.
But just as before I’d be back where I’d started:
With Time stealing in and the Future departed,
And the paths I chose to follow back then
Would lead me to wonder all over again.
Copyright © Bruce Schuhart