We scream at the World in
wonderment, virgin senses at birth.
Each sensation, a piercing image,
remaining long after the discovery
becomes a common breath.
Harvesters of Time – we reap the
experience sown from infancy to
prime; of triumph and tragedy – the
offspring of choice or fate – firmly
embedded in our mind.
We will carry our memories with us
throughout our lives; and those we
meet, will see our past projected
from the clarity or dullness of our
eyes.