The Snows of Yesteryear

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

As of now,

They seem so clear.

They'll fade with time,

As does all.

Yet snow will Never cease to fall.

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

The ones we cling to,

Held so dear.

Snow is never made to stay.

Though as it melts,

We fall away.

The snows will fall and fall again.

Only time will tell us,

When a time will end.

These snows of yesteryear are gone,

And we are left to carry on.

M.C.M. 2017

(We are built to not be *fully* appreciative of what we have until it is gone. Living in a constant place of knowing everything is transient is far too painful but realizing this from time to time is vital. You can't project hindsight, you can't ever fully know until you're there, but recognizing there are people you have now that will one day be gone is a reminder to not put off telling them what they mean to you. My Grandpa was brilliant, humble, patient, compassionate, loyal and the kind of person I strive to be. And as long as I live, he will live through me. My actions are not mine alone.)