But Not All......

I’ve known a lot of people in my time
Faces fading in and out like some strange nursery rhyme
Many a flicker, a moment or two before they pass over the hill
But then here and there I’ve known a few that never will

Echoing memories fill the garden I walk through
Blooming with faces that have long since disappeared from view
But then something stirs within me and I vaguely recall
A dance or two long forgotten, but not all……

Some days I am brave enough to venture again
Through the places where I’ve tasted the greatest pleasure and pain
And I see their faces decorate this hallowed hall
Where most have sadly faded….but not all

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Janet Martin