Sometimes
I wander..
down memory's lane..
I stop,
from time to time..
I see,
as a stranger sees..
light,dark
sunlit scenes;
voices,faces
places I've been..
They talk..I listen..
they seem not to notice me..
I am there..
yet ..am not
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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