I saw a faint shadow scamper away,
So quickly, my eyes could not recognize
What it was, or why it couldn't just stay
For a visit, and maybe socialize.
I was searching, and rummaging about
In my mind's attic, finding nothing new;
Beginning to wonder, to feel some doubt—
Were feelings of missing memories true?
While searching my attic, both high and low,
And not finding what I was searching for;
I saw dusty pictures get up and go,
To vanish as though through a secret door.
If this continues a little while more,
If there's nothing that an old man can do,
There'll be nothing left on my attic floor.
Guess I'll sweep up the dust and start anew!
Mick McKellar
March 2015
It’s disconcerting to have your most precious memories scamper away from you, just as you reach out to touch them.
Mick
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