caught up in a passing wind
it leaves a trace
in my mind
like a dream of a
long lost friend
and there lies a memory
battered through the passing time
so it seems little more
than a fantasy - - - - now
and all that is there
is it true?
and how do we know?
and why should we care?
Copyright 1982 by James W. Troy
Last updated at 16:45 on 09 Sep 2005