Just a Memory

Looking back over time with nothing but years in the distance I am lost to what is left to find accepting all as it is, without resistance. Too many years slipped away with nothing but memory to remain, and happily I greet the day with lessons tasked of youth to gain. Children of the future look for answers to end tyranny but I am aged, least able to see ahead and all that's left of me, is faded memory with life's lessons taught on love and hate that bled. Is every future lost to some fool's wild whims while time is marked by tragic history recorded with genocide and wars darkening the shadowy din of yesterday, today and tomorrows aborted? What is wrong and what is right for the generations yet to come as we slowly turn off the lights and slip away forgetting what we've done. For tomorrows yet to be we soon will be, just a memory.