Words from the Bus

Memories of an Old Love (Imitatio of Yeats)

After many years have passed,
And we, old and gray, are nodding by the fire,
I'll take down this book,
And quietly read through the worn pages,

'Till I reach the torn and fading photo,
Tucked between a once remembered verse,
Where once soft hands used to trace the words,
Gently touch the smiling, long forgotten faces,

And bridge the gap between then and now,
To a sunny summer day when we, happy and innocent,
Posed under roses, held hands, and smiled.
To when everything was new and exciting.

To when I was full of hope and love,
And thought neither independent from the other.
To when fondest dreams were of us, here, now, like this.
When we, young and innocent, thought the world was ours to take.

After many years have passed,
And we, old and gray, sit nodding by the fire,
I'll put away this worn and weary book,
And keep a torn and fading photo, clasped lightly, in my wrinkled hands.