Past the Past Time
Washed out blue jean
memories
when passing the plate
for my trespasses
always seems to come up
empty
Friends and
acquaintances come and go
and come again
to dredge up the what
ever from the past
some is good enough to
remember
some is better left
behind
Do you really believe
half of the stuff
that happened in those
years
or is the whole thing a
pleasant pseudo dream
that keeps reoccurring
Dead people show their
faces in your sleep now
to remind you of how it
was
they give you no escape
except for no-doze
or caffeine
I’m embracing those
times though
holding onto them like
precious jewels
I think it’s all we can
get from them now
Sandra L. Hazley
January 2, 2006
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