Today I dipped into an album <br />from my memory store <br />as a place that seemed familiar <br />triggered off the memories. <br />The years then rolled back <br />and I was there again <br />some forty years ago. <br />Faces flickered passed <br />gone now but never forgotten. <br />The good and bad times <br />rolled by in unison. <br />For a few moments <br />while that album was open <br />it held a mystic I’d never known <br />and left me wondering <br />where were the faces I knew then, <br />and where were they now.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-album-from-my-memory-store/
