Glass Memories
Glass Memories
How fragile are the things we see so clear?
With passing time, there is no dim of view.
Its frank acuity often fraught with fear,
these mind photos of faces we once knew.
The looking glass of memory’s crystalline.
Translucent veil from there and there to here.
But it grows sharper with the stretch of time.
Peer into the mirror, friend. Truth will appear.
Glass memories are the prize of wizened eyes.
The treasures that are owed for all the pain.
At any time or place they call to comfort,
and from their age-old truth is much to gain.
Reflections from our memoirs please the soul.
True images remind us that we're old.
6/25/17
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