They Are Not Reminiscing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Oh.
Isn't that sweet.

'What? '

Those old folks over there.
Playing in the sandbox.
On the swings and seesaws.
That's cute.
Reminiscing their childhood.
Give me the camera.
I want to take their pictures.

'You wont believe this.
But...
They are not reminiscing.'

How do you know this?

'Comeon.
I'll show you the pictures that I've got.'

Of them?

'Of all of us when we were children.
Some of us have moved on.
And well...
Some,
Have refused to do it.'

I don't believe that.

'Many who come here to visit,
Don't or wont.
Or both.'

You can not be serious?

'Remember you said that,
AFTER I show you the pictures.'