The early times revolve about me.
Somedays they spin so fast
I can not even see them.
But this day I see the whirl clearly.
Pieces of thoughts fly by
Like torn newspaper clippings,
Headlines rotate through my mind.
I can feel the emotions
As each one twirls past me:
The accidents, the glories,
The politics, the meanings.
As I grow older, sometimes
They overwhelm me
With their myriad memories
From early times:
Joys, sorrows, and moments of deep feeling.
Smells, taste, emotions whirl past me
In a hurricane of memories
To remind me that ... I Am.
DanD Rau & Sazzy Oh
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