Baby Steps
As we age, we yearn to return to a time
when innocence was considered a virtue.
Time is a progression of experiences;
today guides us toward tomorrow's discoveries
while yesterday is woven into permanence,
and thus, unchangeable.
Memories, like a fine wine, sweeten with age;
images of youth garnered from favored thoughts,
bring nostalgia to the forefront of our minds;
where we experience them once again.
Life is a series of memories;
and although they're not always pleasant,
they are welcomed nonetheless.
Time gives us notice that life is temporary;
gradually reminding us of our mortality,
and yet, we are eternal souls.
Baby steps taught us to walk,
and soon, we were running marathons.
When we first opened our eyes,
we beheld a physical world of wonder,
imagination, trust, love, and hope.
But love stands apart from other feelings;
for penetrating reality's shadow
with its light,
it defines our humanity.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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