Time, Memory and the Night
What time claims for itself,
Memories placed on the shelf,
Memories of the lost,
And the reckoning cost.
As life’s journey unfolds,
It takes away and remoulds,
Some things are hidden in the chamber,
It stays with us until our final slumber.
Time teaches,
Like a voice that preaches,
As the day departs and the night arrives,
Courage inadvertently thrives.
Looking through life’s windows,
Some things are veiled in the shadows,
Some are revealed before we ease into the night,
Where nothing is kept from the light.
January I, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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