Through the years

Who was I as all my years
Accumulated? The time is
Not a continuum. It breaks
Into small scenes, acts as
Distinct as if each were a
Life encompassed in 15 
Minute skits, not all funny.
Many poignantly true to
Life. So much time passed,
Passes unnoticed, goes 
Into a compartment, a
Memory perhaps not always
Remembered as it should
Be. I do know  my last acts,
The 35 years I spent by your
Side are vivid, not blurred 
By slippery recollections. I
Know who I am every moment
Of these years, the years 
That are my longest acts,
Not broken into bits, solid
And happy in reminiscence
As they were in real time, 
True to life.