Memory

I’ve been stuffing my cranium

Seven decades plus with

The knowledge and wisdom

Of memory’s keep.

So often my mind wants

To burst at the seams,

Yet always finds room

For the new and unique.

 

Dreams of my youth

May have vanished in vapors

Or merely transitioned

To fit circumstance,

As whispers of time

Cried out new direction

And chance took my hand

And bade me to dance.

 

Whatever the course, I pray

Let it continue to

Grow and spread light

So that others might see.

And when Fate finally calls

I’ll leave something behind,

If only a wrinkle

In their memory.