All The People Poem by Paul Reed

All The People



Between sleep and consciousness
In dull tones of regret,
I remembered the names
Of everyone I had ever met;

Each one's face passing me by
Now by passage of time cloven,
Between each silent page
Of the memories interwoven;

Upon the receptacle of my past
Each one so carefully embossed,
Sent to me with the purpose
That our paths should have crossed;

Now we all make our separate ways
On routes disparate and diverging,
But just for these few hours tonight
Sent back through my mind surging;

Farewell, once again, old friends
We must re-enact our goodbye,
To tread our different roads in life
As time slips slowly by.

Thursday, November 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shabeeh Haider 27 November 2014

Lovely poem. Enjoyed reading it. Please have a look at mine

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