Been pretty busy with the shadowboxs and not much time to write. I thought I would repost one so you would know I haven deserted you all. : )

Memories in Motion

What will they remember
When I have been long gone?
Will I only be a chunk of stone
That a names been chiseled on?

Will I just be a word
That once was written in a rhyme?
Or will I be a memory
That has been passed down through time?

Memories in motion,
That’s what I truly think we are.
We leave a trail of memories
On a path we’ve traveled far.

We are the sum of what’s behind us,
Back to the time where we began.
There are no memories of the future,
For that’s a place we’ve never been.

I think that those that Follow
Pick up our memories as we go.
Just as we hold on to memories
That we picked up long ago.

What we are is not the flesh and bone,
That everybody sees.
In the end what we are you see
Is simply memories.

So I like to take my feelings
And my past and write them down.
For somewhere in the future
There my memories can be found.

And as they read my memories
They will shine just like the stars.
For what we did and what we said,
Is truly who we are.


Jack Roberts – September 21 2002