My memory, a picture show Never ending and always sending Images that I can't touch They're there--vivid as the light to my eyes People and places that will always be Etched in my heart but no longer with me A postcard from my past How I wish I was there But it is too far to travel Too far? Too impossible... As feelings are stirred up within me What I see I realize can no longer be Time and circumstance are my foes They've taken so much, yet they leave with me Reminders of their stolen spoils With closed eyes I wish That I could steal back what's been taken But my hopes have been forsaken The joy of today is so happily swept away To be consumed by the pages of the past I have to forget everything from yesterday Because memories have too high a price to pay Everything ends up in the past No matter what, nothing can last... --Rick Gebhardt 3/11/2003