Only the end of time.

So many, many thoughts. Can’t remember them all. I write some down. Maybe never to be looked at again. And forgotten. Makes me wonder. If life is being continuously lost and found.  I have today. But yesterday is gone.  Never to be retrieved. But I trust. There will be tomorrow. And next week and next month and next year. Until there is no more.  Only the end of time. –Jim Broede