As we grow beyond our youth
Reflecting on our past
We find our younger self
Leaving us aghast

Then the real pain starts
And our soul begins to hurt
The mending of our mind
Is a rending of the heart

Thus we redeem ourselves
For a future epitaph
The summing of our life
Told by its better half

Lest the past should intrude
Like a breeze upon the embers
Illuminating secrets
We’d rather not remember