Amendments

A stranger washed up on the shore

His past could not recall

And so began his life anew

And good works showed to all

Yet curious investigated

Clues to hidden past

Found sinful days, and pirate ways

His heart sank in the blast

Am I the man that was?

Or now the man I am?

Past low or great, does it negate

The present self a sham?

His reasoning concluded 

That the present mattered most

So everyday decided 

His identity engrossed

With a blank slate

We recreate the self that we become

And craft our own identity

“Now” is life’s medium