Where are times of special quality hiding? We seem to have
misplaced them along with hopes and dreams once known.
Seeking treasures of youth in cobwebbed corners of past
memories cannot bring the relief we need from old age and forgetfulness.
Life has somehow progressed while we weren’t looking, and
now we find only sadness from uncollected yearnings.
Empty bags lying wrinkled, wasted years and moments in our
lives.
Picking up, collecting and folding them in bundles, set
aside for the few possessions we’ll leave after life has
ended.