POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER
A lifetime of memories, a brain filled with stuff,
I wonder if all of these things were enough,
In years of contentment or days of despair,
Not one of these memories could heartbreak repair.
Oh, the many lost days would never return,
Escaped like the hot breath of leaves as they burn,
Caught by a cold whirlwind and tossed all about,
They shall not return here, when they are let out.
The minutes become hours, the days turn to years,
Our life passes by us, our joy turns to fears,
Oh, where did the time go and what can we show,
Those life changing memories are cast down below.
Our days they are numbered, we don’t know just when,
When we take our last breath, will we live again,
Heaven’s gates open wide, we’re asked to come in,
Welcome, faithful servant, new life will begin.