Old Habits and Soft Serve Memories

I once said, don’t make regrets

And yet, a pile of them stare back

Fermented and stacked high

Reminders of life’s backpack

Reflections have a deceptive hue

Beneath the tarnished glitter

Sorting memories from dreams

Tossing most in the litter

In old age the road ahead narrows

Rear view distorts true reality

Brighter, prettier, augmented

Stars of our own marquee

Time melts the hardest resolve

Habits are like veins in rock outcrops

Wired around one’s personality

Always ready like acting props

When the afternoon light fades

Point forward, where the future is hinted

Be where the moon smiles kindly

And delicious adventures freshly minted


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