Would you
yourself recognise
in a distant time
when life's landscape
has changed
and your mind
has altered
being cast
in the crucible
of  experience
and trial?

Would you hold
to that self
that made
and shaped you
since you were
a child?

This is the battle
within yourself:
to decide
what would shape
your life
in that moment
of distant time

Please delete
me from your list:
I've nothing
to contribute-
count me least

Somewhere tucked on a bookshelf is a book.
Dogeared, yellow pages with a hand written note.

In a box, lie trinkets — gifts, a pendant of Annie, a book mark.
Hand made cards, smudged with time.

An old doll almost intact,
Broken spectacles, pictures, a watch and postcards.

Some may call it clutter, junk —
And it’ll all go when I go.

But to me, they are the reason behind my smile, an odd tear.

More precious than collectibles or art —
They are pieces of my life,
My world and heart.

You'll search for me
at somewhere of time
we'd  know each other no longer
other selves we'd have become

we were once self-integrated
but would be then bud -grafted
our hearts by life's powerful forces divided
our dreams and purity irretrievably tainted

We'll always be larger
than life--it's but its own-
it doesn't feel or know
what it is to suffer