A song, a story, a fable, a tale
words that mark the passage of time.
Reminiscent echoes of moments passed
of days and the years gone by.
Stand before the mirror and let your mind
wander down corridors and halls.
Look through windows, open doors
and walk through the streets of your soul.
Signposts and guides are the gauges
to measure the distance you’ve come.
Laid out before you mapping the way
as tomorrow this journey continues on.
In looking back and remembering
all that I have been and become.
I am thoughtful and wistful yet careful to see
that my reflection is still staring back.
There isn’t room for regret or remorse
or for wishing I had done…
These are simply snapshots in the book of my life
and a pause before turning the page.