I sit and stare at a fifth grade yearbook
I Wonder who made it, and who blew it
Would I recognize them with a second look
Did they live to see, or did they die in the pit
Haunting images of a long forgotten face
The image takes me back to a hallway
Her perfume lingers like mace
I can still smell it decades away
I see the taillights of a Grand Am
I'm taken back to a parking lot
GED, the final exam
A memory, my mind gets caught
Pictures have long since decayed
My memory still lingers on
A million times I wish I had stayed
I can still see you laying on the lawn
Hundreds of memories have been forgotten
But it is the ones that wont let go
That hold me like a blanket made of cotton
And forever in my mind will flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem