Childhood Autograph

the old autograph of light blue, yellow and brown, worn and dogearred dances away from time and its place in my memory the only treasure are the words within, golden wishes that grace the pages, remembrance written so many times it reverberates through a span of forty years like they are only two inch thick the boys had grown, sprinted away like ponies, leaving warm wishes to meet again, some out of a real desire, others merely to fulfil a societal practice words to hold a place, a name, a face with nothing in between we would not remember what words we had left behind for each other but our smiles would slice through the barriers to the days when friendship was really held dear a value which too is dancing away from us like the boys who had given us so much fun and joy