Looking Back


When we review our memories... And live our lives again...
Some happenings seem funny that... Were not so funny then
... some things appear quite thrilling now... In quiet memory
... But at that time they could have spelled... A cruel tragedy
The labor looks less wearisome... And every joy more real
... Than in the days when eyes beheld... And hearts were
there to feel... And so as we grow older and... Our backward
vision less... we minimize old sorrow and... Inflate the hap-
piness... And also age informs us that...When we were young
and new... We could not quite appreciate... What we were
going through.


James J. Metcalfe

 

 

From the book Daily Poem Portraits, page 58
by James J. Metcalfe

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