Last Time; Poem by John B. Moss

Last Time

The last time I saw you
You were saying we'd meet again
Some day, some where, some how ~
Funny, but that was in 1954 and
I guess I don't recognize you now,
Your face I mean, and all we have,
the basis of what we have, is
the spirit of our friendship then,
and a warm handshake now. Hello!

John B. Moss, 22 April 2003

Bio -- 1954 was the year I left Canada for the United States, moved to a near yet far-off land. The years have robbed me of childhood friends, taken me from the places shared with children I once knew. Meeting someone after all this time means we have a lot of catching up to do, a lot has happened since that Last Time.

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