Your Past Seems

Though time that rusts iron has become your foe Your past seems to follow you to wherever to you do go In your flights of fancy memory lane you go down When you walk on the old streets of your first hometown It seems as if time has stood still on your first home street When friends of your young years again you do meet In the schoolyard you played football with them long before your life's prime And they have not aged any in the passage of time In your visualizing when you meet them again They do not seem to have aged as young they remain Though in your visualizations people remain young you have come to realize If you met them today them you may not recognize The years have left you looking weary and gray But your past is with you from a town far away Where you spent your years of youthful elan And grew from a schoolboy into a young man.