Reminiscing

Reminiscing

I often sit reminiscing as we all have done before,

Of roads traveled, words spoken, before me, they unfold.

Some whimsical, some tearful, but all a part of me,

Some that scared me, others held me, all of these I see.

Some say my yesterdays are whispers in my storms,

But I plead to differ ‘cause they protect me from scorn.

When faltering or slipping along my assigned path of life,

It’s those memories that encourage me, keep me of other’s strife.

Some say my tomorrows are shrouded in what might be,

And that no matter how hard I pray into them I can’t see.

But no help or advice is forthcoming from those who spout,

Words of discouragement and disbelief only voicing their doubt.

Let them say what they will for no difference it will make,

My yesterdays foreshadowed my tomorrows there’s no mistake.

For in those times that we no longer speak about or praise,

Times that molded me for success, that’s how I was raised.

And now I sit reminiscing of my memories of my yesterdays,

For in those times I learned to accept life and my future days.

No matter what has come and gone in my life I must confess,

It’s created within me a watchful soul, thankful, and blessed.