Flecks of memories flash, Glimpses of the past, Tiny moments of time Fleet through my mind. Black and white shards, Crumpled old postcards, Like dewdrops in the sun, Memories fade one by one. No long memories dwell In my minds wishing well, No clear memory to utter Only muted pieces of clutter. Faces but faded photographs, Words unfinished paragraphs, Special places I try to recall Appear mingled pieces, if at all. I glance backward in time Turning inward of mind, But nothing clear do I find, No memory one of a kind. Frustration and anger begin As I try to recall back when, Yesteryear's jaded torn pages Only confuse and enrages. Once my mind so crystal clear Called forth memories to appear But like thieves in black of night, Years have stolen my hindsight. Golden years cloud my past, Muddled memories never last, They appear as bits and pieces, Glances that quickly ceases. ©Author: Kenneth Ellison 10-24-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone