Return Journey 

 

Memories shrouded -

Not thru mists of time,

But by brick and mortar.

The wonders of the new crowd out the wonders of the old.

 

Yet as I turn each corner

I brace for a sudden chill,

A flash of recall.

 

 

The lesson - not that time changes paths and walls,

But that it changes our eyes, our vision.

 

Would that I had seen the old wonders with these eyes!

 

 

 

 

 
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