Dim Remembered Past Poem by Red Talgarth

Too many of us walk through our lives
Playing second best to a distant memory
That is vague and faded but still burns bright
And more vibrant than the present day.

We cannot compete with dim remembered past
With the dull bits taken out and long forgotten,
Leaving the seeds to warm the febrile mind
When they flower, which seems too often.

How hard to do the right thing with all
Principles like a shadow torn by the daylight
Feeling cold in the warmth of an embrace
However in the dark eyes shine bright

Haunted by a vague ghost of the past
Empty days spent wondering if it is an act,
To dance to the playing of a master
Whose echo still sounds in ancient pact.