Time passes unaware
ever in momentum
neither morale nor fair
a relative continuum.

What we remember,
the time that passed by,
crossed numbers in the calender,
pictures in our inner eye.

Memories are treasure,
worth so much,
with no scale to measure,
unique as such.

My favorite matchbox cars
and the stories behind,
some of them heroes and stars,
others mean and not kind.

Playing chess with my grandfather,
him an expert, me the padawan,
he played strict and everytime harder,
the joy and surprise when it was done,

Beating him there was amazing,
from own failure and struggle,
cornered, the „masters“ king,
how I value the laugher and his snuggle.

The kitchen and the singing of my mum
quite the classy memory,
her treating after chores have been done,
peace and joy in this scenery,

The pen and paper sessions,
still into this wonderful hobby,
right after school, work or university lesson,
fun, together and free.

From One-shot to epic campaign,
every situation like a jewel to me,
time gets less, that sayn,
but I find always time for a bit of fantasy.

Memories are defining and shapeing,
remember to value your time,
gaining new memories is exciting,
they fuel your inner shine.