How many times have we
thought of a name from our past?
A name that will not leave
our spare moment thoughts
that leaves us paranoid
with expectancy that we’ll meet.
Our biggest problem
is will we recognize them
amongst the sea of faces
that we pass every day?
Then how will we react
if we do actually meet them?
Questions begin to gather
from every corner of our mind.
Soon our mind is a mess
as our expectancy grows.
We try to think of other things,
but their name keeps coming back,
leaving us with no peace,
only an expectancy
that might not ever happen.
There are many names I can think of but they only make me gnash my teeth & shake my fist. Maggy Thatcher is one. Lovely well penned poem though that made me think of past names.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an experience that many of us have. Oh face of yesterday where are you.