The past etched in time's memory
engraved in my mind-scape
faces places
colours. sounds smells. moments
undercurrents of emotions
of feelings
of images
glimpses of joy
of sorrow
of laughter
of tears
of love
of tenderness
of resolutions
of doubts
of regrets
of remorse
of loneliness
of what had been
or could have been
everything had evaporated like dreams
but all seems so dim now neural debris
weakening dendrites
the past is but shadows. an illusion
a shadow-play
the essence was then --
most memories have vanished or faded
at the present hour
the past what are its uses ?
what are its abuses ?
time measures all swallows all
it takes no sides neither as a friend or foe
the past I was
the present I am
the future I don't know