2005 Is Long Past
Dec 29, 2022
An August tornado
A proceeding whirlwind
The thirteenth saw concerts
End with café booth talk
Gold on blue on young minds
One past graduation
Dreaming of the future
Hope and naiveté
The summer solstice now
Lives near the west coast’s heat
Three songbirds sing sweetly
Their mother quite beloved
Captivating, ensnared
By a rich man in love
Memories in a box
Of a church from afar
Why do we ask questions
About our plans and dreams
Destiny is so cruel
To simple hopes of men
Now all we chase are ghosts
All we were — forgotten
Photos long lost, destroyed
Old haunts are abandoned
Too much has changed for all
Too little has change worked
Two thousand and five gone
But always remembered
