Young Merlin’s Old Blog

Ever read someone's blog and realize each post is a step back in time? I was reading our Church Rector's blog yesterday and noticed that. (She'll be leaving us next week, like I haven't said that before.) I've also another friend who died a year and a half ago. Her husband still posts pictures, and her nature blog of dead plants is still up. And the further you go back, the younger and more innocent was the blogger.
Blogs is freakin' me out things.


Young Merlin’s Old Blog

With my PC warmed up like a toaster,
  I read old daily postings on your blog,
Wherein, by your memories, you returned to me,
  as re-awoke from seasons past in fog

One writes memoirs from first on to last,
  the end pages the more recent, the beginnings far far past,
Yet your blog begins at the end,
  retreating back to when from when

And I read your thoughts as if raised by Hamlet’s gravedigger,
  resurrected, your old crown and pate fresh above the ground,
I saw hallowed flesh grow back, your lips, those cheeks,
  and you spoke again the wise old elders’ sage advice,
Soon retreating to your younger quips and jokes,
  those you would use with simpler folks,
When an innocent who had no wisdom,
  untaught yet forth from life

As I read on, I began to fear your regressions
  might return you infantile to the cradle,
But no more can one write of being born
  then of that last event, which we all mourn the coming

I saw you were my Merlin,
  and I your simple Wart,
Who passed upon our road our days,
  each walking in our separate ways,
Mine being crude, yours crafting art,
  now a constant dash, no marking dates,
You live yet on in what you’ve wrote,
  where none need bear a mortal fate