August 18, 2022
Turn around, turn around, have a look, and take heed.
Sift through the ashes, those days of the past.
Hold on to treasures that one day you’ll need.
The substance is gone but the memories last.
The things that I do with my life every day,
The plans that I make and the hours that I spend,
The people I meet on the path ‘long the way,
May turn into treasure, become a new friend.
The present and future are subject to change.
The days of the past provide context and form.
The shadows they cast may at times appear strange,
Whether blue skies and sunshine or those that bring storms.
Each day in our album we add a new page.
We value our memories more as we age.