Cogito ergo sum ;
“I think, therefore I am”…
Can this be the sum of parts, the total the making of a man?
Cogito ergo sum..I think..therefore I am?
But what is it we think OF, that best explains WHO I am?
Better perhaps to say; Memoro ergo sum;
“I remember, therefore I am”.
For it is memories of a lived life that more maketh a man.
What are we without the sentiment of reminders,
That places rich colours on the canvas?
Like a watch-maker’s fidget wheels,
Turning, turning, turning..in sweeping tireless whorls.
Layer upon layer of the mechanics of a lived life,
Jewels and teeth and precious times..and yes..strife..always strife,
I cannot..will not deny to myself one treasured jot,
Take the worst with the best…I’ll take the bloody lot!
The unstoppable march of time doth come,
When the ferryman of The Styx calls to claim his alms,
I will welcome him to my house with a chant of psalms.
My command of such memories maketh me more of a man.
So . . .
Memoro ergo sum,
I remember, therefore I am…