Just the way it is.
The Year of 68, 50 Yrs On
Should I go or should I ‘No’
Bite the bullet, join the show.
Better do one before too old.
Reacquaint with old school fold.
50 years on, how will they look.
How to rate life decisions that I took.
Flights are booked, paid the fare.
Sydney bound, too late, I am in the air.
Spick and span donned in blue suit.
Sydney streets changed some routes.
Behind I hear a friendly voice.
Feeling that I made right choice.
Into the room of dark, bald and grey.
Faces, memory stretched who are they.
Ahh name tags what a grand idea.
Match the voice as memories clear.
Each encounter has its own tale.
Our time as kids, young male to male.
An act or deed we have long forgot.
But others I am assured, they have not.
As each one works the crowd around.
Some familiar faces have been found.
Friends picked up as if no time passed.
Life connections that were made to last.
No judgements nor ego’s in this space.
Simply a snapshot of life to embrace.
For as we approach the last third zone.
We all know that time is simply on loan.
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