Brush off the old scrap book
come closer and come see
what it was like
in a life before I had become
me.

Long ago
as a sprouting lad no older than yourself
I had dreams to go to the moon and beyond
though I couldn't even reach the lowest shelf.

I had dreams
ambitions
I had hopes to one day become
to be something greater
to be greater
than some.

I had an easy life
all things I needed
I had
I was always well taught by my teachers
to tell others of how I felt
during the happy times
and the sad.

I had the best of friends
that helped make some of the best times of my life.
They helped me out in the inbetween moments
of my joys
and my strife.
Not all of them had stayed in my ever fleeting life of mine
but I still had the best of their memories
the best of their time.

My memories are not as clear and sharp as they used to be
the ones I do remember are so blurred that it saddens me.
I can not remember the dimples in their smiles
the pictures I have left do them no justice in my files.

I can no longer recall the sweet sound of their laughter
I can no longer recall the precious memories that I long after.

Have I forgotten even their names
yes, sadly it is so
but friends we once were.
This. I do know.

So friend of mine
I hope we meet again soon
by the swing set
by the jungle gym
under the tree on the hill
at noon.

I am blessed enough to have met you once before
may I have the fortune to see you again
just once more.