Tainted By Passing Years

Standing in hallways of yesterday, looking at all images and pictures of the past, now yellowed with age. Tainted by passing years at times, yet still intact, beautiful, meaningful, giving many messages from back then to me today. Never letting them get beyond my mind and intellect for they are important to my state of mind when I am alone. Thinking of all the experiences that I've had throughout the years, knowing now that I am nearing the final horizon of life. All memories of my living will die with me, only those you will read in poems I have written will survive this life of mine.