Past Memory Lane
Yes Wilfredo I do hear it
as I listen with intent,
what has happened to the children
and enchanted time we spent?
Is the past all that we own now
is forever meant to be,
just repeating and repeating
those few years so young and free?
In that lane of dormant memories
where the music swirls around
like a broken record keeping
us forever near it's sound,
Somewhere someone plays tomorrow
on an upright in the hall,
notes that do not need to borrow
words from yesterday at all.
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