Another poem started while watching The Twilight Zone…

Obsolete
as obelisks
and skyscrapers
I often feel that way now

Memory
of a future
long since passed
we’ll not see its like again

Pictures
of memories
fixed in time
will nonetheless fade away

The slippery slope of time reminds us
of what little we’ve always had
despite how much we’ve been given

(2 January 2015)