I Live With Ghosts................. Poem by John Tansey

Everywhere I go,
I am surrounded by ghosts.

They are very lonely, like me,
Accompanying me wherever I am.

I do not want them too, they sadden me,
Contrasted with the flesh and blood walking by.

Old friends I have not seen in years,
Walking down familiar streets,

They hang out every window,
and shout from every street corner

Calling my name
In every neighborhood I once lived..

They do not age.

They are the same as when I knew them years ago.

Of this, I am sure

I know that they are really ther.

Because it is I who live, with them, in the past....