A Living Book
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Time will swallow our memories whole if we allow it to happen. Revisiting and cherishing good times is the only way to prevent much of our lives being swept away out of our minds.
Time flies when you're not concentrating.
It slyly and sneakily separates
its victims from their past minutes and hours,
not sieving or selecting ... just on the take.
All your best and worst times are packed away,
a portfolio of fading memories.
Life and time should be like a living book
which you can dip into at any point,
revisiting, cherry-picking the best of it;
reliving the warmth of your Spring and Summer days
before the Autumn shadows obscure the past
and the Winter chill freezes time going nowhere.
Time flies when you're not concentrating.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2016
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