Playthings I purchase by selling my day
But gizmos and gadgets, don’t own my heart
Not trinkets or toys, with those I could part
What is it that I could not throw away?
Ties of great friendships too steadfast to fray
Friends whom I’ve kept though we live far apart
Memories and dreams, some sweet and some tart
Echoes of laughter, young people at play
But it does not do to dwell in the past
Time shapes all things a potter’s skilled hand
Dreams from my past need not keep me frozen
Mem’ries are fleeting; dreams don’t have to last
Today is not what I yesterday planned
But there’s greater joy: the life I’ve chosen.