The Way Back Machine
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Every person on earth has a story to tell. If you don't write your story, when you go, your story goes with you.
The way-back machine cranks out
memories which haunt us. Scenes
from days long past revive longings
for things to be the way they were
when youth was taken for granted,
when sharp minds and nimble limbs
propelled us forward totally unafraid.
The way-back machine calls
out to us in the dark, bringing
memories of events we thought
forgotten, embarrassing moments
we would rather banish forever,
or prefer had never happened.
The way-back machine startles
us into awareness when we least
expect it, allows free reign in the
present only for short periods, takes
us back to the time we used dreams
to fire imaginations, and fuel energy.
The way-back machine holds
secrets locked inside, waiting
to be told - of Father who taught
us honesty and hard work, Mother
who taught us love, the Sunday
School teacher who taught us right
from wrong and friends who taught
us the value of play.
Fed by lingering memories, the
way-back machine is filled with
vivid strings of scenes, music
floating around our ears, words to
tell the stories, spell life's lessons,
and write the record in bold.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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