A Memory

a poem by Thomas Pender, Ireland

These lines may hold no meaning now
Minutes ticked to years
are faded to memory's well
And from that time to now
Since I last beheld your countenance
Lying in fields of yesteryear
What trackways have you traversed
and do you perhaps....
at odd moments....
think of me

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