These days

I give scant thought to thinking about the past,

It’s challenges, celebrations, defeats, victories,

The despair and euphoria, the downs and ups, the lows and highs.,

That have been part of the hours, days, weeks, months, decades and scores,

Of time traversed.

They are there but dimly

As I contemplate what lies ahead

Around the next corner

Along the road ahead.

I cannot see

But visualise

The foreboding of tomorrow.