The Wayback

 
The clock is ticking so there is no time to argue or dispute
The doors will close soon so I’m trying to enjoy every minute
I’ve become more aware of things that are even so minute
Appreciating and understanding that poetry has no limit

In retrospect, in all the years we’ve spent on this airship
We’ve been able to view and read a myriad of stars
We crafted and created compositions and friendships
That carried a diversity of verses, prose and mad bars

The wayback is a device that archives our lives and times
Capturing moments with snapshots to make them last
A revered poetical expression of the human experience
A great present for future reference to remember our past

Inside this gift box I found a treasure trove of memories
Of novelty names and avatars of poets I’d love to meet
Although in the digital age there are endless possibilities
When our time runs out saying goodbye is bittersweet