POEM: IF ONLY IN MEMORY
Unlike the leaves of fall,
Our past selves do not
Return vibrant and new,
With the passing of the seasons.
Nor, like the leaves of book,
Can we return to earlier chapters,
If only in memory.
We mortals can only be
As new as we are each day,
Reading our story to the world,
Write the next chapter to be lived,
Bloom in our present glory,
And leave a bit of ourselves
If only in memory.
Donovan Baldwin