Moving Shadows

As memories accumulate, Life itself becomes a shadow Yesterday's blurred images Appear, but they quiver, Disappear, metamorphosing, From clear, to painful narrow. Life itself becomes a shadow Less perceptive in the dark, Shadows, memories that With us travel, Things we did and so enjoyed, Childhoods, full of hope, In excitement for tomorrow. But, we live and realize That life is only, Time borrowed, Bitter sweetness that arrives Time that flows, creating shadows That our lives are not our own And as years accumulate We, cannot escape our fate All we do is navigate, In a sea of mixed up shadows.