Digging through memories, juggling through years

Somehow, I held on to pieces and bit bites

From sunrise to sunset, were two lives all wrapped up

More sealed in, than cloaked in but wrapped up in one stole

Unsure then the carving, if silver or platinum,

The trimmings I knew though, were molded in hard gold

We paid forth with hard time, to fade hence the memories,

We started with hours, and went on to days,

We skipped forth to find weeks, then months and years slipped by

Too grateful for time’s game, prefer them to mind games

For time burns remembrance, cognizant of all sorts

Though often at its time, its end game is first class.

Let’s play back the history, the moments we crave not

Let’s take back the freedom, which once not our minds knew

Revisiting the misery that clouded our mind sets

We shudder just thinking how weirdly time stood still

For through this, we’re human, bona fide, concrete.

The lessons we take forth, its values are priceless