With memories as thin
as my grasp on life,
I struggle to recall
those things that made me.

Dimly glimpsed scenes from a past
broken into pieces
by neglect and deceit,
have left me to drift alone,

no connection , no return
to all I once knew.
I’ve lost the string
that leads back to me.


About txyogi

Sixty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi

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