Can Paradise Be Lost?
By Ctrygirl, Patty Lake
10-4-09
inspired by one who knows
Memories are better than any silver or gold,
They are the magic that we hold.
Forever with us they will be
When all else fails us miserably,
The memories of days gone by
Will rescue us from today’s sighs;
Too many sit and wish they had,
More “things” instead: oh how sad….
To not realize the value of a life well lived,
Is no doubt what they’ve been deprived.
Ah! Wandering through the tunnels and alleys,
The back roads and the valleys,
The good times and the bad,
The happy and the sad,
The lofty peaks and dark hollers,
Brings back a life more precious than dollars,
More valued than any store bought gift can be,
Oh why can’t others see?
That memories dance inside of our minds,
Waiting patiently for the host to find,
That a solace, peace, and fulfillment unexplainable awaits,
IF they just open those memory gates!
And journey a bit, without a sweat:
To another place or time, they should NEVER forget.
For life is nothing but memory making,
Each hour, each minute, each moment,
Each morning awakening,
Each evening waning,
We are creating a mental mist,
That one-day will insist
On turning into a comforting mind fog
Where we can secretly retreat from the current smog,
Without permission, admission or recognition from others;
We can revisit the times we discovered.
And escape for a while within the cushioned arms,
Of childhood, teen years, and entrance to adulthood without harm,
Perhaps dodging the walls that may not need be rediscovered,
Yet reveling, rolling, and existing in the moment we CHOOSE to hover.
Share the times or keep them locked safe inside your Terabithia:
That is your sole choice, but find it you must!
Memory Lane; it isn’t too far, nor has it EVER left you for any cost;
Your Paradise is NEVER Lost!