...Of Another Time
Sometimes we want To recapture What transpired In a prior present That conveyed A warm afterglow Unseen or unfelt When it (In its' own moment) Actually took place Thus we come Face to Face With elusive recall 'Tis so easy To misjudge How it really was If that flawed seed Holds true
What retrospective Recounting Will faithfully Portray our milieu? Most likely Our view will be Somewhat blurred Simply because Of who we are Thus at best Of another time We are so inclined That we take What we remember to ...And leave the rest behind!