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.
