Years Gone By

by Emily Page

A station bridge, a woman walking,
Evening sun streaming, blinding,
Feet hurting, sensations familiar from years gone by.

Bus engine whispers, then rumbles past,
Cars whizzing, commuters still hurrying,
Checking it’s ok to cross, as in years gone by.

Feet pounding, bag swinging,
Legs heavy from a day’s work feel lighter,
With golden memories from years gone by.

Of school friends talking, time taking,
Boys meeting, dates making,
Happy times in years gone by.

© Emily Page

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