A Hutinashro of Memory and Aging
While wandering, I wonder much
Of life and love and other such
That I possessed yet left behind
For life is not a static thing
No stagnant or eternal spring
Forever in its youth confined
And time will always find a way
To push us onward day by day
Into a future undefined
Until it happens is revealed
Was unimagined now … is real
And we can see where once were blind
While wandering, I wonder much
About the magic of the touch
Of things that I can scarce recall
For some have left without a trace
While some declined this mordant pace
To speed their ultimate withdrawal
Yet some remain to stay the course
To keep us sane and reinforce
A conscious yet subjective thrall
Such makes the most of what is left
Despite the incremental theft
That cannot be forever stalled
In time all memories depart
But what I had is never lost
It lives forever … in my heart
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