We can sometimes draw the curtain, the veil to yesteryear, <br /> Revelations of our lifetime; the joys, the smiles, the tears. <br /> Recollections are like stairways through the ages, <br /> Reflecting pain and pleasure, as we turn the pages, <br /> Like chapters in a book, each one reveals a different look. <br /> Happiness that we can't measure - <br /> Heart break and regret that we recall at leisure; <br /> Magical moments we try to recapture, <br /> But always sweet memories to treasure. <br /> If we look back across the span of yeas, <br /> Only the joy will linger, not the tears; <br /> Maybe this is nature's way of being kind, <br /> To have our life rewritten by the hands of time.<br /><br />Hazel June Hooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recollections-2/
