At the table served as a desk <br />He who listened to me <br />while I was explaining the praxis <br />with glitter in his eyes <br />and his face coy <br />was the boy like I was five years ago <br /> <br />On the bus on the way back home <br />He who stared outside the window <br />while the cityscape was quickly passing by <br />with journey etched on his face <br />and his look obstruse <br />was the gentlemen like I would be in five year<br /><br />John Zxj<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-years-ago-5-years-later/
