Those times of old,
Memories held,
Times of old.

The good and bad.
A mixture of all the times,
What it all holds.

The trials and trying.
To hold.
To hold and think.
All those good times,
With the reminders,
Of those times forgotten.

The slight chances,
The changes,
The being and the times.

Oh how these times take hold,
Of it all,
How it all plays out.

Those times,
Reminders of old.
Good times and the old,
Those times of it all.

As the choir sings,
The singing of the time.
The songs of the old.

Moving on,
In the ever-expanse of time.
Oh how it is,
How it holds and is.
How it can take.

The beauty of the new,
Re-met in time.
Of all the times that may come,
May be and is.

The beauty,
Left in uncertainty,
Oh how it fades,
How it doesn’t,
Yet remains the same.

The place,
The time,
The chance.
For it all.
What these times bring.

Oh what they bring.
Chances and the times.
To be re-met in the moment,
In that time.

Had a good day, dad down to visit. Was good. Thinking of the future, the good times and the bad.

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