Beauty, forgotten. . . .

Opa once told me, "Time kills the past."

Didn't understand him then,

but I do now:

We children of the future

have allowed our forward-looking minds

to forget those and that

of bygone times

So much so, we now have no conception

of our own history

sadly, which we all see myopically as a mystery

Shame, isn't it?

That such a priceless treasure

exists right under our nose

and could—no, should!—-be giving us such pleasure!