Looking Back Poem by Gerry Legister

I know our journey had to go back far
To see the different nations of people,
History printed on the pages of splendour,
Before they faded and became invisible.

But their exploits remain unattainable,
Merged into the memories of rampage,
We journey from the middle age of Aristotle
With People’s lives becoming a moving stage.

We are all apostles on useful missions
Many find the journey busy as a hive,
The unpleasant drive waiting for decisions
Unaware of the vicinity when hope arrive.

Anxiety shuffling into line at the clearing
Looking for faces upon the waiting strand,
The uncertainty of life: weaving and subjecting
Uncertainty to stand amidst the sinking sand.

Looking back, our fare is spent in rags and riches,
With pieces of tickets left for another journey,
In crumpled pockets of shady shape bags
We share the adventures going back in memory.