The Times We Lost Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

I summoned my being and inquired:
Why should we be concerned That we must lose the past?
There are utopias we'll never know.
Nor can a truth in full insignia last longer
Than it takes the wind to blow.
Indeed, there are the many things we learn,
Not to speak of oddity;
But enthusiasm makes us burn not
With sacrosanct lust at each unearthing.
We feel there is sanctity in things
That witness bear to truth. For we too, bear
Witness to the miracle that sings
Through every sense the wonder that it's there.
Sojourners we all are, Holding each moment dear,
Moved to honor all who have been here.