Untitled New Poem

A young man sitting quietly,

sorting through his memories

Everything, from the straight forward,

to the fragmented & the strange

Some are very old,

some still fresh as a new spring…

He doesn’t dwell long, on the things

that he can’t change,

just takes what he can from them,

the lessons that they bring

uses them as he starts a new day,

with fresh opportunity

By:J.N.R Dutton