Shape Shifting Poem by David Whalen

Moulder Into Dust`

Life is made from memories
One tiny memory at a time
Scattered about like fallen leaves
In the woodlands of one's mind

Tho' gathered up and stored away
Put in all their proper places
Some become a bit worn and frayed
Like well used antique laces

The beauty of a leaf was ne'er meant to last
But to moulder into dust
Time's a thief who preys ‘pon the past
Whose virtues lack that of trust

We make of memories what we desire
We shape them to our pleasure
We bank or feed our memorie's fire
Then enjoy them at our leisure

And after time...stored in our mind
like leaves ‘neath the snow
memories age like fine red wine
Take root anew...And slowly start to grow

Our memories tend to twist and bend
like leaves upon the tree
Shape shifters at the very end
...Into what we wish them to be...



Moulder Into Dust`

Life is made from memories
One tiny memory at a time
Scattered about like fallen leaves
In the woodlands of one's mind

Tho' gathered up and stored away
Put in all their proper places
Some become a bit worn and frayed
Like well used antique laces

The beauty of a leaf was ne'er meant to last
But to moulder into dust
Time's a thief who preys ‘pon the past
Whose virtues lack that of trust

We make of memories what we desire
We shape them to our pleasure
We bank or feed our memorie's fire
Then enjoy them at our leisure

And after time...stored in our mind
like leaves ‘neath the snow
memories age like fine red wine
Take root anew...And slowly start to grow

Our memories tend to twist and bend
like leaves upon the tree
Shape shifters at the very end
...Into what we wish them to be...