Times Passing
I spoke with a young man
of the singer I loved as a
young man myself--a woman
with angel voice and the long
curl-dense hair of a temptress:
he had never heard her name.
Nor had he ever heard of them,
that world beating band whose music
we danced to underneath the
boardwalk, a stone's throw from
the ocean's eternal caressing.
"They were famous!" I almost
cried out, till I realized his world
was not mine. His is living, here, now,
breathing-- while mine is lost, dead,
revived only in silent reminiscence.
So our chat continued-- I asked him
about favorite epic movies. Had he
seen the one with the brooding man
who led the magnificent Arab charge
'gainst the cruel Turk? How about the
doctor searching endlessly for Laura
across the eternal Russian plains?
No, never even heard of them, he said,
but then added, in a hopeful tone,
he did know about that Civil War movie,
though he had never seen it. Truly,
all goes away with the wind....
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