Make
A
Wish.
Reclaim
Memories
Packed
In
Like
Tinned
Fish,
Or
Seek
Tomorrow,
With
Its
Possible
Sorrow?
No
Need
To
Chose,
We
Have
No
Power
To
Refuse
What
Is
To
Come,
Or
The
Steady
Hum
Of
What
Was,
In
Yesterdays
That
Have
Slipped
Away.
The
Reflection
In
The
Mirror
Will
Grow
Old,
But
Recollection
Will
Still
Be
Edged
In
Gold.