By Glen Ward

© 2009


Tis a short stroll

Through the antics of time.

Re-living the memories

That roll through our mind.


They bring back the laughter

That friendships bring out.

They bring back the heartache

That life can deal out.


Sharing chagrin just

Adds to the fun.

The visions of folly,

Through decades can run.


Tis a long road we've traveled

From yesterdays tasks,

Those visions of grandure,

WeÕve lived in the past.


Yesterdays places,

We see them so clear.

Remembering them fondly

Can bring them so near.


Sojourns through love

Can life be spent.

Sojourns through life
Can Love be sent.