Rain was falling cold and fast
Time passed by so slow
As I looked back into the past
At those I used to know
My mind it drifted in a haze
To places that I'd been
To starlit nights and balmy days
And moments so serene
Then suddenly I realised
It caught me by surprise
The future is idealised
From the memories we prize
So if you seek to know your fate
It is not the new you seek
But a doorway or familiar gate
A once pristine antique
© C K Letts 1994
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