Baby Steps
As we age, we yearn to return to a time
when innocence was valued as a virtue.
And yet, life 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 are garnered from favored thoughts
that nostalgia brings to the forefront of our minds,
so we may experience them once again.
Life is a series of memories,
and though they're not always pleasant,
they are welcomed nonetheless.
Time gives us notice that all life is temporary
gradually reminding us of our mortality,
and yet, we are eternal souls.
Baby steps taught us to walk,
but soon, we were running marathons.
When we first opened our eyes,
we beheld a physical world filled with wonder,
imagination, trust, love, and hope.
But love stood apart from every other feeling,
for penetrating reality's shadow
with its light,
it defines humanity.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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