Sometimes we sit in a chair, <br />while across our face <br />falls a vacant stare. <br />Our mind searches our memories, <br />and worlds within there. <br />It searches the faces of old friends, <br />who are no longer here, <br />looking for happy times, <br />we enjoyed long ago. <br />Then for a brief few moments, <br />the memories surface <br />from the back roads of our mind, <br />and those happy times and old friends <br />are back with us once again.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-memories-2/
