I Only know it was for the most part... good

Years run together
like wet colored tissue
blurring into each other
blending a life
making each step
seem as one
Increments of days
no longer clear
just bits and pieces
of events remain
as memories
No defining beginning
no definite ending
but both assured
sometime
We summarize
time
by particular happenings
"That was the year Sue graduated"
"It must have been Springtime
because
I remember the daisies."
Memories
of many New Years
remain blurred in my mind
a password to time
past
I know not the dates
I only know it was
for the most part
good.
©vrd10/17/2004(Jenny)