A Blast From The Past Poem by John Sensele

A blast from the past
Warms up my heart
I care less if the die is cast
From me nostalgia won't depart.

I reminisce about great friends and times
Shared in joys and tears
Sorrow mountains we climbed sometimes
Although with God we conquered our fears.

Friends gone, friends dead
Memories linger, linger and linger
In my heart, in my soul, in my head
Where memories swim into my fond finger.

I miss those great days
Friends and I on diligence we built careers
Raised our families and mended our ways
Breaking through all manners of barriers with no arrears.