Telling the long gone
draws the veil to recall
a version of the past
the other remembered now.
Being the arbiter to choose
amidst forgetful filters of senses
persons, places and times,
what to tell what to hoard.
As a myriad cordage of twines
all attributed tugged or ignored
they question curb and warp
cast doubt distort enquiry why.
No survivors now none who can
gainsay; we the link between
those generations then and now
where no other living link exists
only the thread of what was said
or done in those long gone times.
As we choose to remember or not
the way it was then but is not now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fortunately nothing remains the same. It wouldnt be life if it did. Nice poem.