the last part of his journey

[sweetwater]

as a culture we treat old age as if it were an illness
and we forget history even though we are made to re-live it

where we borrow from the past the ideologies of the present
and pray we never get old

only to live as if there was no tomorrow

and as time goes by
in the wilderness of an empty vineyard

we remember to forget
all that we have learned

to travel over the same road again
across the delta
and through the desert

to arrive in the unknowable future
of where we once laid our heads
upon the grass and meadow

to rekindle old spirits
and to turn ourselves into dust

and the leaves that have fallen
seem only to blow away into a distant place

as he reaches forward in an attempt
to assimilate the past

as an echo in the forest

he finds his hands empty
and his body frail

leaving him the meager knowledge
of where he has been

and only to continue on without him

[justwalt]

ominous

we remember to forget
all that we have learned

best words put in a row award here

[dadio]

Reaching near there...Very good.