The mirror of memories
In the mosaic of olden days,
reflections unfold,
The rearview mirror of
memories, a tale to be told.
Highs and lows painted on
the canvas of time,
A masterpiece of life, an
intricate rhyme.
Laughter and tears, like
brushstrokes so bold,
In the gallery of
recollections, stories are scrolled.
People, once vivid, in my
journey they played,
A tapestry of connections and memories laid.
Some departed, like whispers
in the wind,
Time’s gentle teacher,
lessons chime within.
No rewind button in life’s
relentless track,
A realization dawns, no
going back.
Parents, like anchors, in
the corridors reside,
Their absence echoes a
bittersweet tide.
Friends who once walked, are now
shadows cast,
In the heart’s album,
memories forever last.
Time, the silent sculptor shapes the past,
Moments slip away, yet
memories amass.
A lesson learned, as the
years gently hover,
The importance of memories
for those who discover.
In the tapestry of age,
threads interlace,
A symphony of memories, in
time and space.
For seniors, each
recollection is a treasure trove,
An ode to the past, and a testament to love.
Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/
