Sealing boxes, closing doors
Life’s secrets put away to store
The muffled thud catches at memory
The crash of the door slams behind
The good times and the bad
Another chapter of life lived and past
Storing all the things that couldn’t last
In the corridors of memory
Decked in cobwebs of Time
Sealed with the sealing wax of used to be.
Like trinket boxes filled with recollections
Time’s compartments overflow
Jewel-encrusted days flown by
Strung on the silver thread of memory
Say thanks for what we had
Joy, laughter and the tears
Suddenly I looked back and found
Time had gone, days turned to years
So here I am, left only with today
I find myself packing yesterday away
Slam the lock, close the door
Memory’s not welcome any more
The years that stretch ahead
At best will still be shorter than
Those which have gone before
Friends who have enriched my days
Brought colour and love to the tapestry
Life’s warp and weft, sadness and joy
The eternal Flickershow; we laugh and cry
And, all too soon, we part and die
On High days and Holy days
I stride through the quiet corridor
Of times gone by now lost in memory
Turn the moments over and recall
What each one meant to me
Precious then and precious still
They tramp the path of long ago
Golden, glistening, kept in their thrall
Rainbow colours hold the mind’s sway
Again I find I‘m packing yesterday away.
