I wonder how much this life is worth clinging to,
With pictures and memories of things we once knew.
Is today's moment really that huge in the scheme of things?
Should I claim its eternity because of the joy it brings?
Should they become relics to cherish and pass down through the ages?
Like words important enough to highlight on life's page.
Do they provide a peaceful view to an enjoyable past?
Or a bittersweet reminder of things that didn't last?
Like my jazz fest turkey leg.