The Past Is Prologue

I remember the highs, the lows, the pits, traps and woes,
I recall the seas, the tide, the sand, the breeze,
And I forget the times, the falls, the rise,
The histories, the memories, the disguise…

And it all falls back to the now,
The who, the what, when and how;
That despite the world I know that falls into decay,
Produces another tomorrow, that falls into today.