My mind becomes a time machine
Like Jack, I have this magic bean
It grows and keeps reminding me
Of memories that used to be !
The clarity of where I’ve been
Is clear as I remember when
I wished that I could share this gift
With those who need a mighty lift.
It’s not that truth falls in-between
These cracks that pop-up on the scene
It’s simply that one waits too long
To ponder why good things go wrong !
Perhaps we could retrace our ways
Recalling all those yesterdays
When each of us would stand up tall
Admitting errors great and small !
Claire V. Bogdanos 