Of Memory
In my youth,
When I returned to a place of former delight
I experienced disillusionment, colours
once bright
Seemed dull, dusty, muddy, the people the
same
Goodday! How are you? Conversation
strained
In the ashes of old interests, worlds moved
on.
Now those colours seem brighter but of
pasts long gone
Dissolved together, they are not the life
so vivid
Future energy brings when I attend and
live it,
But the colouring of sad memory. Vigour
and wisdom
Stay with me longer when I recollect the
vision
Of the work of ages and of lives to come.
