My life is in boxes
Wrapped in white paper
Resting securely
And tucked tight away.
My life is in stasis
With memories stalling;
Fads that have faded
In the warm light of day.
My life is outdated,
Stale themes in reclusion,
Old times held suspended
Will be forgotten some day
My life was electric,
At one time in neon
Billous loud green;
It's now just today.
Billous, loud, electric, neon green? Now, that is a bright image.
ReplyDeleteSounds like with retirement looming, moving and the birth of your new grandchild, you are feeling nostaligc about the passing of time?
I loved this Tabor and it happened to be poetry Thursday. :) Moving does make us nostalgic. Thank goodness I keep very little. :) I'd never get packed. lol
ReplyDeleteIt is never easy going through our past when it is to be packed away and carried to a new location.
ReplyDeleteYou express the angst involved so perfectly.
Our present is past and future, mixed. At no time other than facing change, are we more reminded about that.
ReplyDeleteToday is what really matters, as your last line says.
Is our life the sum of its parts? We spend most of it collecting stuff only to leave it all behind.
ReplyDeleteThe poem has a mood I understand.
Beautiful and very well said!
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