Like the song, I ask where all the flowers have gone.

Where are the people that were part of my life growing

up as a babe and young boy?

I know the answer; they have slipped away into a memory

I have the memories, deep memories, I should be happy.

Next the teenage years and a lot of the same people are

there; but there’s new ones too. They were priming me

 for the new adult life and the first loves of a teen.  It was

happy anxiety.  Those people and the girls have all slipped

away into memories.  I have the memories, deep memories,

I should be happy.

As a young man the 7 seas were going to be my home

and I married a young lady to keep my house. We had one

child and finally four growing up and out of the home. 

Three have wives and husband of their own. Those children raised

me!  The wife and I drew apart and the family all slipped

away into memories. I have the memories, deep memories,  

I should be happy.

Aging as people do, I found a few friends; the kids were

all far away and I turned to writing as an outlet. Nothing

was ever published, but that didn’t matter; the writing

was for my benefit, no one else’s. One day the Doctor

told me I would soon lose my memories and after a

while I would finally die. So now I write even more of my

memories, so I can remember them; so I should be happy.

© 2012 Michael Yost 2/7