As he walked again the streets of yesterday

He knew things wouldn’t be the same old way.

All the faces there had changed

On the road to Sleepy Lane

Where was Becky? Where was Bill?  and BJT?

The apple tree.

All the desks they had initialed then were gone,

And there was no trace of being there at all.

And a tear came to his eye

As he passed the college by

Filled with strangers living there behind stone walls…

Storied halls…

He saw a girl from a dream long ago.

Her dress was red and the ground white with snow.

And her smile followed him

As he tried to remember

Her last words of love.

And he heard the whistle blow in Old Court Square,

And he ran to catch his breath and buy train fare

And as the train from memory fled,

He heard Charlie, Bruce, and Ed’s

Laughter echo down the streets of yesterday.

Yesterday…