Evening Stroll Poem by John A'Hern

An evening stroll, off we go
Streets and lanes, forgotten byways.
Smile on our face, we know this place
Different views as a child
Head now up looking around.
As a child, we ran, no time for now
People's faces, recognition,
Other times frowns and grimaces.
Smile your way, a nod of the head,
Some return, others look as if dead.
Smiles returned, silent hello
On we go enjoying our stroll.
Eyes meet eyes, do I know you?
On we go, backward glances
We once were friends, have you forgotten?
Looks to kill, you dare to stare,
Just making sure they were there.
Resist the laugh aloud routine
A mad person loose call the constabulary.
Enough for today, call a truce,
Faces seen haunt my dreams.