Oft I wandered in my mind, <br /> Through memories green like summertime. <br />Traveling forgotten paths of yore, <br /> To places that I’ve been before. <br />To cities bright, to country roads, <br /> To every place I use to know. <br />My highways turn to dusty paths, <br /> that thread and weave into my past. <br />I ponder stops along the way, <br /> To visit friends of yesterday. <br />Reliving sights and sound and song, <br /> This journey of my life so long. <br />Till journey’s end now seems my fate, <br /> I now return to present date. <br />And look ahead to what’s in store, <br /> And leave forgotten paths of yore. <br /> <br />11/16/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-paths-of-yore/
