I open the book of memories gone
To add pages new, but linger on
The pictures of treasured times
Gone by, pictures of my life flying by
Visions that flow like pages of a book
Maybe out of order but how they look
Maybe distorted by the mirror of time
But never the less indisputably mine
Sifting through the good and the bad
Trying to learn and make myself glad
Spiralling past memories, slowing my descent
My new memories adding portent
Eyes wide open as l stack the pages
Checking those empty for future stages.