This time of year reminds me
That
I’m somehow out of touch
With
old buddies or acquaintances
I
once liked very much:
The
friends from work, the college crew,
The
couples met on tour;
The
step class crowd, my tennis pals,
The
brand-new mommies corps.
Some
moved away or else outgrew
The
reason for our link,
But
mostly life got in the way
And
bonds began to shrink.
Then
poof! You realize it’s been months
Which
soon turns into years,
For
with the flow of time, the past
Drifts
by and disappears.
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