Renaissance
I go back through the pages
and visit myself
as a distant reminder
of all I left
Behind - once was
The pages hold letters
for sweethearts long gone
Recorded game winners
and the forgotten one-hit song
Yet, there are no words
to express for the future
So, I rely on memories
to hold together - my suture
With each day come and past
I pledge my promise to paper
then delve into the sheaves
when the sense of self starts to taper
When memory shades dull by time
the words are left there to remind
the marking of life good and bad
the scroll of what once was had
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