Do you remember the time, some years ago,
How many, you ask, Gosh, I don’t know.
‘Tis a common query among we oldsters now.
Then an answer comes and damn, if it isn’t so.
Isn’t odd? The year, long gone, the incident
Lingers on, to be stored in the mind;
Is there a special place for particular photos?
I checked my computer to see what I’d find.
I saw much that I’d forgotten that really was
Quite new. What happens in heads of old folk
That some of the oldest things stand out? Is it
Words or actions that took place, perhaps a joke?
I scratched my head and came to a conclusion.
It’s not particular words or what was said.
It was the mood of the hour, happiness, or such,
It found a nook and struck a chord in my head.
There it would lie, for a like moment to occur,
Strike out on it’s own to supply an infusion
Of love and enjoyment recalling that hour
From so very long ago.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
July 5, 2011