The Reunion

Long ago …

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Senior class

Fifty years

Familiar face

Remembered tears

“This is Tom”

Shake his hand

Handsome face

Wedding band

Rainy night

Long ago

Kissed your lips

Loved you so

Later years

Junior Prom

“Cannot go

Promised Tom”

Flowers sent

Can you go?

Senior Prom

“Sorry, no”

Passing years

Different roads

Separate ways

Heavy loads

Fifty years

Slipped away

yet it seems

Like yesterday

Greet old friends

Move along

Slap a back

Sing a song

Passing glance

Across the floor

Just old friends

Nothing more

Lovely still

Little dove

Wish you well

Wish you love

Senior class

Fifty years

Familiar face

Goodbye my dear.

 

 

Will Starr

Will Starr is one of the finest short story authors to be found. He has a huge following and his works are well-loved because they carry down to earththemes withemotivestories that will touch your heart.They also carry a spiritual quality that readers can identify with. Will writes with passion to produce high quality stories and sometimes ventures into poetry.Most of his stories are based in the Old West, with an occasional contemporary drama. Willwrites from his heart and soul to give readers the best.

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Will Starr

Will Starr is one of the finest short story authors to be found. He has a huge following and his works are well-loved because they carry down to earth themes with emotive stories that will touch your heart. They also carry a spiritual quality that readers can identify with. Will writes with passion to produce high quality stories and sometimes ventures into poetry. Most of his stories are based in the Old West, with an occasional contemporary drama. Will writes from his heart and soul to give readers the best.

4 thoughts on “The Reunion

  • October 3, 2016 at 8:10 PM
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    Ah, we never forget those first loves, they are ingrained in our thoughts for life. And time seems to stand still in remembrance. Nicely rendered and how time has flown when we revisit the past. Great work Will

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  • October 3, 2016 at 9:18 PM
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    Wonderful poetry, Will. I really like the rhythm of your three syllables, very nice. Those first loves never quite leave our hearts, there is always a place for them tucked away in silence. I love this poem, Will.

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