The past cuts away like a scene in a film or a play to
a place that did not exist,
only memories persist and
they are all cloaked in a halcyon mist.

If you kiss a frog you'll get warts,
there are no Princes
only
long lonely walks on a long lonely shore
alone with your thoughts and
why would you want more?

I have now reached the stage, where I've
forgotten more than I know
and what does that show?
It shows me that there's more to see
more to get through,new
bridges to cross,
old bridges? no loss,
I file them away.

In a way the past passes by me every day
and I am glad when it goes,
knowing
the show carries on.