A poem I wrote on a plane this week
Memory Lane
Today I walked down memory lane
Thought I’d visit with myself in the past
It had been a long time
As I rummaged through my mind
Dusting off cobwebs from what was
I uncovered a scene that lay forgotten
Faded and dimmed by passages of time
As I began to play it back in my mind
It slowly came into focus
I slipped effortlessly into in the past
I was back in the moment
I began to feel like I had felt
And to think what I had thought
It is as if a dam had been broken
I was awash with emotions
And overcome with feelings
As I slowly brought myself back
I realized
That the past lives in the present
Memories are here and now
So be careful when you walk back
Sometimes it is best to let sleeping dogs lie
If the caravan must pass
with the minimum amount of commotion.
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A poem I wrote this week
What Could Be
The roads that we don’t walk
Do they still continue to exist?
The songs that we don’t sing
Do they still play on our lips?
The books that we don’t read
Do their words still speak?
The people that we don’t meet
Do they still live in our midst?
The dreams that we don’t dream
Do they still haunt our sleep?
The feelings that we don’t express
Do they still touch us deep?
The kisses that we don’t give
Do they still caress our lips?
The prayers that we don’t offer
Do they still give us peace?
The yesterdays that never came to be
Do they still hold possibilities?