Your Past Seems To Follow

Though time that rusts iron has become your foe
Your past seems to follow you to wherever to you do go
In your flights of fancy memory lane you go down
When you walk on the old streets of your first hometown

It seems as if time has stood still on your first home street
When friends of your young years again you do meet
In the schoolyard you played football with them long before your life's prime
And they have not aged any in the passage of time

In your visualizing when you meet them again
They do not seem to have aged as young they remain
Though in your visualizations people remain young you have come to realize
If you met them today them you may not recognize

The years have left you looking weary and gray
But your past is with you from a town far away
Where you spent your years of youthful elan
And grew from a schoolboy into a young man.