I sometimes travel in my mind
To visit places left behind
When taking trips was something I
Did often in the years gone by.
I’ll flash upon a certain street
Or small cafe where we would eat
Or a museum or hotel
Or ferry, park or carousel.
A wisp of mem’ry’s all I need
To help my brain to quickly lead
Me back to destinations that
Once warmed me with a welcome mat.
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