How I wish that I could have
A conversation today
With all of those who I knew
In that long ago yesterday.
How smart we thought we were
During the days of youth,
Hearts on our sleeves
Our emotions our only truth.
To sit and reflect upon it all,
To go back and choose again.
To speak my words of today
To those I knew back when.
I’d share smiles with foes,
Mend fences torn down,
Repair all of the woes
I left scattered on the ground.
But fleeting are the years
And while intentions abound,
Final conversations have been had,
No way to turn time around.
So, in my mind these conversations
Will forever and always remain,
Until the years take my brain,
Or perhaps, one day, our paths cross again…
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