Out of Touch
This time of year reminds me
That I’m somehow out of touch
With old buddies or acquaintances
I once liked very much:
The friends from work, the college crew,
The couples met on tour;
The step class crowd, my tennis pals,
The brand-new mommies corps.
Some moved away or else outgrew
The reason for our link,
But mostly life got in the way
And bonds began to shrink.
Then poof! You realize it’s been months
Which soon turns into years,
For with the flow of time, the past
Drifts by and disappears.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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