Roger Singer

Dreams are fragrances,

reminding us to remember

the vision, the voice departed,

the place of youth no longer

visited; the person we were,

but have changed.

 

Regrets are long. Promises

become minced oaths

and lies hurt us the most.

 

Attempts to make the right

from the wrongs are absorbed

each day; rumbling of strengths

no more.

 

To take back or retreat is the

stone too great to move.

But we try, as time circles our

soul.