Dusting Time ©©

Once upon a time
In a place lost in my soul
Life was sweeter than wine

So long ago a in another life
A spark glowed brighter than the sun
Where did that all go?

In the past I was someone I wanted to be.
Today I don’t recognize me
No one will every see me again yesterday

History is a place
A place where dust collects for others to wipe away and find
Graves of the past, of lost youth

Vintage wine is said to be sweeter as time passes
Yet life becomes a bitter pill, as time moves on
How sweet can bitter be?

How sweet life can be if we could go back
Go back and blow the dust from the sugar that once was
Life can become old and dusty

Walker