Captive of memories I walk backwards
watching my each step I search for footsteps
do I leave some or do I make new ones?
Time follows me on tip toes
he blows the storm to erase all
 I wait by the river bank for moon to turn full
 a century has walked by
 another will arrive some day
 one year will break the chains
 to hold my hand
to usher me into tomorrow’s frame
and I will write one complete poem
 my final one
in the light of full moon.