Treasure Island

Gary Bryson


Forgotten Paths of Yore


Oft I wandered in my mind,
Through memories green like summertime.
Traveling forgotten paths of yore,
To places that I’ve been before.
To cities bright, to country roads,
To every place I use to know.
My highways turn to dusty paths,
that thread and weave into my past.
I ponder stops along the way,
To visit friends of yesterday.
Reliving sights and sound and song,
This journey of my life so long.
Till journey’s end now seems my fate,
I now return to present date.
And look ahead to what’s in store,
And leave forgotten paths of yore.

11/16/05

Submitted: Tuesday, March 07, 2006

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  • Arielle Perkins (3/7/2006 1:22:00 PM)

    I loved this poem. We should think about our past but not get lost in them. Some people never seem to come to the real world. Wonderful poem (Report) Reply

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