Back there it seems kinder,
as the sharpness of my memory fades.
Hard times are softened,
simply by the fact I survived the unknown.
Ironically the lights of life
that discovered my reality,
now fade to a fantasy hue.
My present visions come into focus,
after a brief interlude with yesterday.
Some day with heaven’s help,
Today will be tomorrows comfort,
and this instant becomes a veteran
of the past.