A Life Ends Everyday

[fdelano]

A Life Ends Everyday

 

Things change.

 

The words you and I said so long

ago no longer have that sweet

meaning. They have faded like

untreated paper, acids slowly

eating away the fiber.

 

Time erodes memories and feelings

that can never be recaptured, no matter

their importance and heart-rending

emotions permeating our beings,

binding us both mentally and especially

physically in our hunger.

 

He who wrote "You Cannot Go Home Again"

knew the multiple meanings that his words

encapsulated. Even the ‘home,’ faces the

ravages of time that make us into different

people. People with memories and affections

still, but distorted into spoiled realities.

 

We cannot bring back the wondrous days

of close times in the sun, the sly touching

that never failed to bring us to oneness

and singularity of thoughts and emotions.

Those times are still in memory, but are no

longer accessible through the fog of life.

 

And so it goes.

 

(Apologies to Kurt Vonnegut.)

[dcmarti1]

acids slowly eating away the fiber.

 

Now THAT is imagery, fairly powerful, too.

[Gatekeeper]

A memory becomes plastic every time it is recalled.

Only the most vivid survive intact.

[David W. Parsley]

Hi Paco, fascinating analysis. Count me among the fans of the image-become-symbol in the degrading page of memory.

 

- Dave

[Benjamin]

Read this several times..excellent food for thought: particularly, "Even the ‘home,’ faces the ravages of time that make us into different people." it drew me to consider "The Seven Ages Of Man" G.

[fdelano]

Thanks to all who found something of value in my rambling thoughts. Geoff, I think I've been in Shakespeare's seventh stage of second childhood for many years.