We know we can’t go back to
yester-year;
to those times and places we
held so dear;
still we journey from afar to
gather here,
challenging memory and to
seek closure.
We have gone different ways,
shy or bold;
tasted failure and success, all
stories told;
we are old friends, not friends
who are old:
a picture of life with imperfect
exposure.
~gj duerrschmidt
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