Do not forsake the present
Holding fast to yesterday;
Do not search for treasures
Buried deep and long decayed…
A moment lost cannot be won
For memories fade as the setting sun
And n'er will be regained.
'Tis best to think of what you are
And one day shall become.
Lauren Isaacson
February 28, 1985
Feb. 28, 1985… I got sick at night. I hate it, but I just have to sit it out.
Mar. 2, 1985… Afternoon sunshine brought me outdoors. I was in a sad and reflective mood; the poem follows…
Life's Dusty Road
On life's dusty road I tread
Alone, save for that inner peace
Which bears me 'long when spirits fall
From that which is and cannot be;
For sorrow is a grain of sand
Which festers in the open heart
And preys upon the tender mind
Which seeks the sun
Beneath the clouds.
I cannot claim a smoother trail;
Though faltering steps impede my way,
I travel on through misty glade
Past crossroads of a different hue
And onward, though deep shadows loom.
Footsteps mingle with my own
Yet on my path, I walk alone;
The dust I bear upon my feet
Attests that my road is unique.
Lauren Isaacson
March 2, 1985
Mar. 4, 1985… Mom gave me a permanent today. I feel like Goldilocks! It's fuzzy and appears to have been braided… but it's an improvement over my limp hair. The liver must have taken it's toll on my "extremities."… hair, nails; I hope my teeth don't go! It seems to be better for me to eat throughout the day whenever I feel hungry. It is truly March; the wind's a regular terror!
Mar. 7, 1985… Tomorrow Norm would have been 34. It seems rather strange. I wrote a profound thought yesterday; "Does not the sunrise from out of the Darkness?"
I finished re-reading the 2nd of the Tolkien trilogies and began the 3rd. I love those books.