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~Reunion~
©By Becky
Who are all these people here gathered around
Time nipping at our heels like an aggressive hound
These strangers so old, gray and bent with time
Not long ago, like me, they were in their prime
Was it only yesterday so very young were we
Faces healthy, our eyes looking out to see
This big world around us seemed to embrace
Us as we geared ourselves for the big race
We were young and eager then and so alive
Never thinking of how long we might survive
No worries of how fragile we really were then
Our egos letting us think we would always win
Young children we were Fifty years or more
Who let that old man time come in the door
What he touches grows so brittle and cold
I'd like to distract him if I might be so bold
Maybe if he could see how happy we were
He might just regret his touch and then defer
To our young lives as they were back then
Who am I kidding we'd just grow old again
For reunions we've gathered for many years
Sharing so many sweet memories and lots tears
'Twas lots of laughter also thoughts of despair
As one or more passed it was so hard to bare
Never to see those faces again while on this earth
Faces we had seen since the beginning at birth
The sorrow not to be when reunion came around
Embraced by them, once more, to hear the sound
Of their voices mingled and still able to recognize
That one special voice but we now have to realize
It is gone from our midst as if it had never been
None ever take the place or never to be seen
So many were my siblings or playmates then
Romping, playing, dreaming for futures when
We would be older, could do grown up things
Seems we reached that place on fleeting wings
So here we are today, time is wasted on the young
Our minds scream out, yet we do hold our tongues
Why couldn't we have been gifted with visions wise
But the time has rushed by, it hears not our cries
Would we have done it differently if we had known
I'd like to think so, maybe we would not have blown
All the great chances that seem to have passed by
Who am I kidding, I now turn, look and then to sigh
My husband, children and grandchild, I see now
I have done a good job with what he did endow
My eyes search the heavens, my heart it soared
I give him thanks for my life, thank you my Lord
Belljoye
July 4, 1999
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