In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Time Capsule.”


I’m sure I would not recognize

Myself in someone else’s eyes

And human lives are time capsules

That few ever unearth


For those who know us now can’t see

What makes you – you, and makes me – me;

Whatever artifacts we leave

Scarcely describes the birth


Or life, of any of us here

For we’re both more than we appear

And less, in many ways


But all of us will leave behind

Some treasures of our heart or mind

That occupied our days


But who could reconstruct e’en part

Of what was once a beating heart


From books or music, pics or plates –

To decipher








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