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.
 
 
 


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