Alan L. Winters
This is the man I kept trying to read a name-tag on but couldn't. He was one of the inspirations for this poemOf late I’ve traveled through the years,
heard the laughter, tasted tears.
Looked at images of friends I’ve known
Some familiar, they remain
Yet most just faces, they have no name.
How the time has passed me by
And some of them I know have died.
How bittersweet the memories
And how the time has flown.
I’ve journeyed through the images
Of friends I’ve never known.
©Copyright April 8, 2009 by Alan L. Winters
Author’s Note: I am attending to a unit reunion in June and I was getting slides and negatives together and transferred to a memory card for a new digital frame I just ordered for the reunion. Also today (except for Tony, Colin and Roger who live in Australia) is when I came home from Nam in 1972.
This poem inspired the response, “Old Photos” ©Copyright April 8, 2009 by Thurman P. Woodfork