| One immediate thought was, "Where have all the flowers gone?" But the poem below is not a war protest but just a realization of time passing. Here's a poem discovered a decade after having been written, creating another reflective moment for the writer on the time that so quickly passed in between.....
Time
Time gone
No returning
Only lookbacks allowed
Memories sealed
Imagined or real
Possibilities abound
Time marches on
Can’t get it back
Quirky beat of a drum
Glimpses pass by
Visions captured and lost
Sometimes grasped in the dim
Moments to minutes
Where did it go?
With luck, a good flash returns
Inside us are memories
Some faint, some pronounced
We thrive on the history of our private renown
There will come a morrow
Our futures to be
When memory – our history – is processed, appealed and decreed
May Belle Osborne, Neosho
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