Notdoneyet

Once upon a day, Long Days ago, there were hours to believe in Where tomorrow was in the distance like yesterday is today, time was frivolous So then the dreams were vast and filled with the flutter of fantasy having a great thirst for knowledge, trying anything for a first time….without fear with the confidence of new born soul. The world was to spoil with temptations every path lined with fruit to satisfy even the shyest of youth. Time took flight With the great fleeting numbers of migrating birds into the warm smiles of the future As the…………………. shadows of my father, wrinkled and worn seems now to be in my reflection. So fast is the inevitable past that would be me someday And yet, not disappointing, but filled with a map, found of its treasure and many riches of experience and that I lived it, to remember. Stories change as with A Books character, to read different, fiction or fantasy, tragedy or love story as I see now, all with the same last words ……If just enough time to speak of it, –The End