Blast From the Past

I’m many years and miles away From when I went to school. Those days are tucked inside my brain And stay there, as a rule. But walking on the street today, Right near where I reside, My high school days and present ones Did suddenly collide. A man was strolling, looking down, His sweatshirt boldly lettered. I saw my high school name and Memories became unfettered. I asked him if he’d gone there And his graduation date. He beat me by ten years or so, But we could still relate. No matter where we go in life And how much we’ve amassed, We’ll never travel far enough To leave behind our past.