Yesterday, all it's joys, Heartaches and growing pains.

       Was oft a feature-drama that will not screen again.

       Apprenticeship in living, as slowly ran the reel.

       The whole world is our oyster. Exuberance we feel.

       As mem'ries of each moment cascade within our brain,

       Remember this main feature will never screen again.

       Tomorrow, the future that we may never see,

       Though our footprints mark the path to earthly destiny.

       With deeds that offer substance to dreams of yesterday,

       We potters etched the pattern embedded in the clay.

       As angry times and people leave coal black sins behind,

       Great shining deeds of glory uplifteth all mankind.

       Grant we leave some seed. Hope, to lift the spirit high.

       A bright, polished touch of class, a joyous last goodbye.

       As epitaphs are sweetest when written by a friend,

       May God embrace our living and sanctify our end.

       And when our epic closes, the film rests in the can,

       It matters, how we acted in our allotted span.

       © Copyright Violet Apted

Midi: "1492 Conquest of Paradise"
(Vangelis)
(www.discoverynet.com)

Art: "past or the future? abstract"
Artist: Samindranath Majumdar
(tableauxenlingue.com)