Bygones

In sentiment as we look back
to the yesterdays of childish views
tangled overgrowth, that long relapse
the memories we pick and choose

The flashes for our own synapse
coloured with perceptions brief
 cherry pick when life falls flat
to fool ourselves with vain conceit.

Those sunny days and endless fun
in the barren of today
a lethargy of life so gummed
 look toward from past and say.

Now's wistful thoughts, that I replay
to  take the best and dust it off
the new charade be your mainstay
bring new tomorrows, from the lost.

 Half forgotten lines of scribble
the ink that's fading fast
rare moments that are indivisible
past recollections, slipping from our grasp.

The broken amulet that I hold,
fractures that can be repaired
clean bandages that can console
the faith to venture , face new dares.