Life's Archaeology--a poem

I mentioned a verse a few posts back (in Sentiment and Superstition I think  it was) that I said I would look for, one dealing with delving into the past. I did find it and now for what it's worth, I share it with you. I find my poetry has changed a lot over the years..Mostly more somber and philosophical now but I occasionally still wax lyrical or romantic. Can't take all the basic stuff out of yourself, not even life can.

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