Salad Days Poem by Bryan Taplits

A reunion was needed, I concluded,
as I swept up my checkered past,
I wanted to see just what I had done
To view what I thought would last.
I saw my salad-days-
The ones I remembered best,
But they were too few-although I knew-
For me, they would never be surpassed.
What jolted me at these memory-salmagundi
Were the things I had done in my life since:
In those salad-days
I would 'wash' over and over again',
And following those grand days,
perhaps because of my lost vigor,
I never had tried even to 'rinse'!
So my 'salad days' film were a motley record
Of things now dimmed in the sun,
As the film sped passed
-beckoning more tasks-
I plainly now see those things
which ever will remain un-tried-
And, thus, always un- done.