Eclectic Bag of Beliefs

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Into my eclectic bag of beliefs   

I stuff untold numbers of tapestries     

woven from joy’s precious days and grief’s

cheerless realities.  Pictures that tease

the senses and party on past regrets

fill up the fast diminishing spaces,                  

tied up in granny knots, causing upsets

if undone.  Unrecognizable faces,

inexpressible places jam the landscape

of memories past, recall people past.    

From the fabric of time there’s no escape.

It’s the way life is done; the die is cast;

I will arrive at home on death’s doorstep

with excess baggage, craving still more depth.