Where did the years go?
Where is the young teacher struggling to touch
the jaded lives of teens long cynical?
& where is the student who says
“I like the way you teach…”
faded grass
the first cool wind
of August
Where did the years go?
Where is our toddler scampering through the house
whose yard needs refurbishment?
& where are all those younger relatives
offering needless advice?
gray sky
afternoon shadows
everywhere
Where did the years go?
Where are my friends whom I call,
with whom I share hours?
& where is that young man so content
to spend such time with such friends?
receding light
an inevitable
day’s end
Laura hosts MTB over at dVerse, where we write our versions of Ubi Sunt poems.
The Bar is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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