Letters from the past,
are a memorable memory blast.
Met myself from three decades ago,
Via writings from a loquacious pro.
She spoke with spontaneity,
Chuckled without scarcity,
a perky personality,
enveloped with vivacity.
Has time changed her?
And responsibilities molded her?
Have some experiences hardened her?
And others softened her?
The extra pounds on the waist,
Reveal only a partial tale in haste.
As do the growing silver streaks in her hair,
Or the lines on the forehead that stare.
The real story is known to a few,
Of struggles that came to skid and slew,
Family and friends-old and new,
Helped and healed scars that life drew.
How will rest of life play?
Will more challenges come on the way?
Are there any new dues to pay?
Or will peace and happiness stay?
Time will reveal in due course,
Higher power’s unknown morse,
Good karma is the only recourse,
That wise ones emphasize and endorse.
Today’s events turn to tomorrow’s stories,
Tales recalled of shared experiences and soirees.
Build today that you’d want to reminisce as you age,
Many remembrances can be relived as you turn a page,
Fill your life with a legacy of love and grace, not hate and rage.
Construe memories that bring smile and satisfaction at any stage.
As you sit back and remember events from the past.
A melting pot will emerge of people, travel, work, and talks that you hast.
Moments we cherish are not just special occasion.
But ordinary turned special by a kind word, a thoughtful action.
Best are days filled with shared goals, collaboration and rejoicing,
Small and big achievement that are enriching and enticing.
In the book of life, some days are happy, others sad,
Some good and others bad,
No one escapes life unscathed-lass or lad.
Your reactions determine an overall card of glad or mad.
No one has only a happy yesterday,
Love, longing, losing-are all served in life’s tray,
Consciously choose positive.
Nip in the bud, the negative.
Simple lessons of life include to be proactive,
Not just reactive.
I cherish time spent with special and simple people.
Honest, humble, humorous, not sitting on a steeple.
Many have helped lighten my load.
Gratitude is due to many special mentors on life’s road.
Books, paintings, travel, sculptures and show,
All compete and complement mind’s space in tow.
Recollections are random, don’t flow in a row.
Many remind of riches of creation, to which I bow.
Thank you Lord for all that you teach and bestow.
Life’s a game of catch and throw.