I found myself asking this,
While, I was flipping years in my memory,
I saw objects of compassion and a few steps of ladders,
Faced with misspelled names and mistaken identities.
The transition of nouns into pro-nouns,
Verbs into pro-verbs,
Defining a lot what I have witnessed and what I have forgotten,
The gains and losses I made over time,
All this is forcing, while
Yelling at me,
"Move on, move on!"