Sunsets

years pass too quickly by
and once when we were
innocents, we now are
supposedly old and wise;
youth never lasts longer
than it needs to while all
the remaining years linger,
punishing or rewarding
as if we were casino dice;
memories are won or lost
just as easily as rain
penetrates the ground and
harvesting the crops we sowed
is never done alone as we
once thought when young;
the past returns from time-to-time
but is no more than photographs
faded by the light and never
tells the story that we actually
lived until we learn to acquire
a taste for admiring sunsets.

1Jan14