We are all attached to what was once

No matter how old however stretched

Elasticity cannot deny youth as

Long as something of sincerity

Within remains, no matter the other

Now simply can’t exist beyond the

Here and the now without the past

Future serves no purpose beyond an end

 

Life a turtle with a diamond shell

Aged replete with the Forgotten

Book like ever pages, a tome reference to ourselves

Testament to all survived all lost

The each and every the all or nothing

A stone sinking tied to wood ever drowns memory

Sure as sure but the tethered only gives

Its oxygen its form till rotten a lifetime lost