It happens, as along life’s path we roam
Like now in springtime sunshine all alone,
We let our stressed mind wander on its own
Bringing into focus folks we’ve known.
I’ve kept a birthday book which I flip through
Autographed by friends; perhaps by you?
Today, I found a name long lost in mist
Someone I once knew and fondly kissed.
The years have rolled on by, he’s eighty-two
If he’s still alive (but I’ve no clue!)
And suddenly my Memory Bank releases
An album, jumbled up, in bits and pieces…
I’m stopped in my tracks; it all comes back
Deep conversations – all was white or black
How life seemed so simple - we were young
Long sunny days; careers not yet begun …
Life’s telescope now held the other way
Means images grow faint then fade to grey
For a moment through a crack, I saw my past;
How memories recalled long shadows cast …
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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