Flying around me
Are moments of past
Just like a balloon
Filled with joys
And wonders
I lived so long ago
They remain in my sight
But out of my reach
As the clock ticks on
The distance between us
Is growing up and more
Making me think about
What will become of them
Adventures and Postcards from the road
Travel to Live, Live to Travel
Poet. Writer. Photographer.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
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yes I often think of my past as another lifetime, often seems that way …
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