Lost To Time Poem by Barry Middleton

the past will often coax a smile
and yet I also cry
for long lost friends and destiny
and all the times gone by

the sleepy Mississippi town
the innocence of youth
adventure in the summertime
and brotherhood and truth

I can recall these even now
and claim they are not lost
I close my eyes and they return
and yet there is a cost

precious memories linger still
but it occurs to me
for every one I might recall
another one must flee

and so I laugh and cry at once
for fragile memory
and all the moments lost to time
beyond my reverie