for my Uncle Bill
by
William P Haynes
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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You handed me an envelope before I boarded the train
I can't even remember now what you said to me
on that platform ten years ago
I always thought I'd see you again one day
But the years have a way of slipping by us
and we tend to think that there will always be time
Time for another hello and another goodbye
Time for all the simple things we take for granted
Time for a simple phone conversation
But there never is, enough time
So all that's left to do is to think back
The Fantasy movie theatre and Congo,
Delores Clairborne and Johnny Mnemonic
And after we'd go to the Pantry Diner
then home to 29 Montauk Avenue
I can't even remember now what you said to me
on that platform ten years ago
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| Reviewed by Taylor Ryan |
4/22/2007 |
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Time passes way too quickly and life has a way of smacking you when you realize how much you miss in the process.
I enjoyed this very much, William.
Love, Taylor |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/21/2007 |
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Funny how time can rob you!!
Great offering William!!
Love Tinka |
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