Back Then Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Back Then



Back then, you would have seen me in a completely different light.
I was reliable and strong. I gave protection to all who trusted in me.
My appearance was delightful to the eyes back then.

Today it is different. So much of what we knew then is no more.
Not only is that true, but in many respects, I have also changed.
I'm not the same as I was back then.

For now, you may shrink away, afraid to get too close to me.
You wonder how I am still here, still standing in the land of the living.
It's true. I'm merely a shell of what I was back then.

Yes, I have gone through a lot, but I'm still standing, although barely.
The winds of time have changed my warm color to a drab grey.
I get stares now, not admiration like back then.

Worries and frustrations have each chipped away at what I used to be.
Pieces of me lay scattered like fallen leaves that blanket the ground.
Sometimes I wish it could be as it was back then.

Listen! Life happens and leaves its mark on all of us.
We show signs of storms encountered, and trials faced along the way.
You see, no one is like they were back then.

So, while you may now glare at me, take a moment and look at yourself.
You will realize that life and time have also happened to you as well.
Then you will find that you are not what you were back then.

Back Then
Monday, March 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia,reflection,time,age,change,dementia,fragility
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
About the poem:
While out driving in the countryside, I came across this old building. At first glance, I wonder how it was still standing. I snapped a shot of it, and later as I dwelt on the image, the inspiration for the poem came.
I was fascinated by how it still stood, although it seemed as if it would fall at any moment. I thought how much like me that building was. Tattered, trial worn, weary, beaten up by time, and yet, still standing.
It caused me to reflect on people with life-altering diseases, such as dementia or altimeters.
Sometimes we see things one way and forget what they used to be. But the old building is still standing! We may look at people this way, and they may do the same to us.
I hope this will be a blessing to all who read.

Loyd, the "Simple Poet."
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