Walking

Along a roadside

Familiar yet almost

Lost, the ground

Beneath my feet

Lifting fond memories

Not quite ready to

Abandoned, reliving

Scenes in time

When priorities meant

Little, daring to be

Different was everything

Especially in front of

Your steady girl - you know

The one you someday marry

An infatuation replaced

By another, then another

Brings a smile to my face

Worn by time's subtle

Reprise, teasing

My shadow's growth

Tangled in re-runs

That can no longer be

Re-lived, echo undeniably

Down this road, a journey

Never quite finished.

Edwin James


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