There is a trip we all can take

and toll for most is free.

It is the jaunt to whilom self

and you prepaid the fee.

 

To go there rest and close your eyes

and loose your mind to wend.

In time you will pass everyone

who knew you...foe or friend.

 

You will recall the good times

and those that left you sad.

You’ll find that gray days strengthened you…

the fair, too, helped a tad.

 

Remember also that the past

forged the core of you.

And moments, though but soupcons cast,

gave to your pith the glue.

 

So take again that journey,

though change one tic you can’t,

taste yesterday and then hold sway

o’er the morrow’s seeds you plant.

 

From my tome, As The Mind Meanders