Where do fond memories hoard-
Untouched by times' ugly sword
Where is the sanctuary of the mind?
There is only yourself- nothing else you find
What fortress temple stands against time?
Where there is no moth, rust or lime
What piece of consciousness never grows old,
The same as a child- and fond memories hold?
What place in the heart is timeless-
To record your life in effervescence or shyness
Is there so much to learn in growing 50 plus
For I believe our philosophies are within us
We cannot forget for our existence is culmination
-Of everything we live for in desperation
Every thought and desire contributes to the current time
So everything is remembered by your present, and fate align