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Friday, December 15, 2023

Because a Person Could Get Lost...

 


The older we grow the swifter years fly!!


This poem began to niggle yesterday evening, on a sunset walk, alone
on a lane that over the years has seen many a youngster racing ahead of me...





A person could get lost while wandering backward through the years
While tracing moments embossed on a tide of smiles and tears
Where seasons slipped through fingers of sunrise and shadow-fall
Till, commonplace we realize, is not common at all

Duty and beauty interlace, weaving life’s aftermath
A person could get lost while grieving bygone’s joy-worn path
Where if we are not wary, we could miss the moment gold
That no miser can bury and no wishful thinking hold

Rather than ruminate about a world that is no more
This day the Lord has made is rolling west from eastward shore
And just as surely as the rest it will slip out of reach
So then, I want to try my best to learn what it would teach

…because a person could get lost in fond futility
While wand’ring backward through a world of glossed imagery
Better to focus on Today, because it is a gift
That all too surely slips away to yester-worlds adrift

© Janet Martin


a few 'wandering backward' shots...















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