From Tattered Pages Of Yesterday

From tattered pages of yesterday
I chanced a look back in time.
Caught by the worn corners
life was not always a rhyme.

Saw mysteries of childhood
first time aware of the snow;
mommy holding my hand
yet allowing room so I could grow.

Eyes caught the scenery
the wonderous mountain tops.
While streams meandered
right thru the farmer's crops.

The first time I saw cotton
felt the pain of ancesters blow.
So much became a learning process
I just had an urge to know.

From tattered pages of yesterday
thru the years I spent in school.
The stumblings and errors
trying to learn society's rules.

A world different I had known
even a war to upset the cart.
Corporate America's lessons learned
never could get it in my heart.

Building a life with my love
from childhood to fully grown man.
Somehow it slipped on away
she no longer held tight my hand.

Streaming thru actions
building a business of my own.
Flying round the world in style
so many places I have flown.

When that got old and tiresome
back to my real love of construction.
Rehabbing rooms and houses
tho it seemed a bit of reduction.

From tattered pages of yesterday
light shines a beaming haze.
So many years slipped on by
arrived at another phase.

Each worn and curled up corner
spins a show of where I've been.
Children thru the ages now grown
long lost or passed on friends.

The river became my time line
as it meanders on thru its flow.
Now when I feel unsteady
the waters edge is where I go.

I sigh with every episode
since coming all the way of age.
From time to time I take a look
at yesterday's tattered page.

Del Cano 2007 May