While I sat beside my bedroom window
rested my shaking hands on the walking stick which has become the only companion I have left
I looked out to have a clearer view of what the world has become,
the remains of my childhood days and a mixture of civilization
I closed my eyes shut and took a long deep breath
memories from the past rushing in, each trying to outrace the other in my head
Then the voices in my head resurface, growing louder with each passing minutes
Memories and voices I have repressed for so long,
pushing them deep down each time they try to surface
but today I let them have their way,
I opened the lid I placed on them
I guess it's time to pay a visit to the past
No more hide and seek game for today.
Let the memories guide me as I do
Let the voices accompany me, haunt me and make a mockery of me
Let them walk me through yesteryear, take me through each phase of life
From birth, childhood, teenage, youth and adulthood
Let them remind me
Of the pains I endured
Of the costly mistakes, I made
Of the consequences and prices, I paid
Of the helping hands, I turned down
Of the loving heart, I misjudged and hurt
Of the betrayals I experienced
Of the opportunities, I missed and grabbed
Of the lives, I injured and inspired
Of the reckless life, I lived
And bring me back to where I am now
As I wait for death and count the days left
when I'll be reunited with those who have gone ahead of me.
As we grow older, we think more about the kinda life we lived in the past. Some memories of the past bring regrets, others bring joy.