Digging Through Past Life
Sorting through shards of the past,
Mostly words from long ago,
I read and wonder as I read
Was this someone I used to know?
Digging through old artifacts,
Pictures so dim I barely see
The distant scenes that they portray
Was this someone I used to be?
As I sift through all the debris
Each hazed and distant memory
Finding who I am in who I was
Rewards my archaeology.
I’ve not done all I planned and dreamed
Nor found the world the fairy tale
I thought it in that far off past
Yet I can see I did not fail.
Much that I said that I would do
And much that I aspired to be
Has filled the time that passed between
That self of old and this day’s me.
(c) GMW Feb 2012