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