Our past it seems to follow us to whereever to we go <br />And though in the town you still call home few of you now would know <br />To you 'tis still your Hometown and fond memories of it you retain <br />And in your flights of fancy you walk on old streets again <br />The years went by so quickly and left you looking gray <br />Time does not wait for anyone it ticks and ticks away <br />The wanderlust was in you for the bigger World out there <br />You left the town you loved so well your future to be elsewhere <br />Your grandchildren in their late teens the years ticked on so fast <br />And your best years long behind you seem in the distant past <br />You are happy where you now live with your ever devoted wife <br />On meeting her the best thing that did happen in your life <br />But in your flights of fancy your thoughts are far away <br />And you marvel at the hawthorns in their white blooms of the May.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-past-it-seems-to-follow-us/
