Michael F. Laughlin
Alone, reflecting, on a lovely day in May.
Thinking of the day's gone by and what life has passed my way.
At first I thought of love's I'd known that came from time to time.
The one's who thought that I was theirs; the one's I thought were mine.
And then I thought of where I've been, both close and far away.
And wondered of the changes made in places I have stayed.
And as I watched a young boy play, I remembered as a child.
How innocent those early years, so trusting of a smile.
My mind began to think back to the bravery of my ...