In Trying To Reconstruct The Self Poem by RIC BASTASA

shattered pieces of self
like fragile glass
scattered on the floor

one must pick the pieces
and glue
the past and the present
and polish the
future

everyday is a reconstruction
a reunion of the mind and the heart
do not be left out
somewhere in the dark corridors of time
embrace the light and take another step forward
for life's essence is always to move on and on

those that stop shall soon decay
they rot and the layers of time soon bury them
in the land of oblivion

come! come with me!
hurry! hurry! time has big wings and too swiftly it flies away

for unlike the mind with memories that may come back
time only moves forward and then forgets