White - Water Time

I cannot halt the time which presses forward,
Hold onto things which time once made secure;
I can't retain in face of obsolescence,
If in the future I'll my crop procure.

From age of eight a film was in my camera;
I shot the film and endless was the fun;
Tonight I said goodbye to film of silver –
Tried not to feel it now the end has come.

It had to go, there was no sense in keeping
Equipment I can't use, nor can I sell;
I'm drowning in the junk from bygone eras,
Determined now to leave this slice of hell.

New lightness compensates this time of grieving;
Now electronic tools supplant the old;
I try to focus thought on greater vistas,
As silvered-world is dumped, not even sold.

Goodbye my friendly tools from bygone era;
Hello my new companion of the light;
So much today is done out in the sunshine,
The solitude of dark a part I liked.

Like loss this week of Mogli to the children,
A brush in life with death's deep mystery;
Impacting all as we move on together –
The loss at first is all that we can see.

It's harder as we age than when we're children –
They bounce, we feel the pain so deep within;
A fellow called it "mystery of living" –
All die, but brush it off while life we're in.

As life around us swirls into the sewer,
It takes the old, the obsolete, the wrecked;
We know that's where we'll be, more soon than later,
Emerging loss destroys just as we're set.

So Lord, it's time to move on to the future,
And let stuff go that drags more than it lifts;
I thank you for this software I'm now learning,
And how it fits so well my other gifts.

I think it's better now to change direction –
To run the flowing current known as time,
Let stuff of old pass by like rocky outcrops,
And seize each surging moment that is mine.

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