Currents Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deep in never-ending thought, memories are played out
in minds of richest candor.
Taken from depths of the past, brought up slowly,
carefully, into a mind's line of vision.
Life seemingly goes on forever, thoughts of long ago
flow as if floating upon a river.
Unable to speed them up, slow them down, or erase them -
journeying with currents of times and reliving endless
memories.
Never standing still, unable to possess the present,
faltering on unknown paths - hoping to create new
memories.
Hoping for a brighter future, to one day look back
upon as past.