Life

The sun still shines,

The wind still blows

Yet so many things 

Have changed.

Years have gone by.

Memories that'll never die

I hold dear. Guarding them

Like a watchman.

Some days I reminisce 

And the journey to sobriety 

While other days the 

Thoughts birth pure bliss.

Each day births a new 

Experience and a new tale.

Some tales I tell and some

Even my thoughts fail to whisper.

Life is but a combination

Of the past and the present.