Memories of yet to be

The death of time comes to all

Of the bittersweet memories that I hold most dear.

Of laughing of loving

Of drinking and fighting

Events that once ruled my world rule no more.

Is it the end of my time as I just grow old?

I find these treasures in my mind

I pull them forth and polish them with my thoughts

Reminding myself of who and what I was

And I wonder what will come to be.

A year from now I’ll pull forth this memory

I’ll polish it up and remember what was to be.