The Dawn of Life


Looking back through all these years
Thinking . . . Remembering things
Good times, bad times, some with tears
Funny, what memories can bring




Seems good ones, come to the fore
We have a way of forgetting the bad
Many things, our minds hold in store
Some . . . We forgot we even had




We reminisce, times of our youth
Wondering how years passed, so fast
A bit sorry now, if we'd tell the truth
For not creating better memories, to last




We thought then, we'd have forever
To do things, that needed to be done
Yet, thinking on those years altogether
We tend to pick them apart, one by one




Reaching the "Dawn" of our lives
We try to put things into perspective
And when making memories . . .
I believe we become, more selective




Its substantial memories, we want now
To create, whilst our years are dwindling
We need to concentrate on the "How"
To keep happiness and love, kindling




As we age, our presence seems . . . To dim
As though, somehow we'll just fade away
So lets fill our memory banks, to the brim
And not let the "Dawn" steal them away!


Copyright © 2008 Judith Johnson Kypta