Chapter 1: Memory of Time I
They are quick,
They are fleeting
They come and go.
Some last a little longer
And they are called bad.
It is the good ones
That flee the quickest.
Time is the cause of this,
The act of growing up,
Of watching a smile mature.
Of eyes thinning out,
Of chubbiness rolling away.
"Memory and Time
Are the children
Of Life"
"A promise can break
Just as easily as it
Can be made"
I used to never
Believe sayings like these,
Now I know better.
One day you can
Be swinging a kendo
For the first time.
The next,
7 years have past
And you could
Be swinging a kendo
For the last time.
That is the problem
With memories ad time.
Because of their uncle Time,
Being constantly on their heels.
Memory's children are
Constantly fleeing their
Birthplace.
It is funny how the 5 years
I spent at the Academy
Seemed an Eternity.
I never noticed how his
Chubby cheeks thinned out
Or how he grew taller.
I didn't realize my
Time was up
Until he disappeared.
Then it hit me.
Time is fleeting,
A fast flowing river,
The anchors of my life
Are its boulders
But its fish are
My Memories.