7 Years & 7 Miles
7 years and seven miles south of little town
Sits a lonely greasy spoon that long ago I found.
To this place I came once again and was surprised to see.
All that was is no longer nor can it ever be.
The tables were worn and the chairs in disarray.
And faces that I knew not smiled at me as I found my way.
A sad country tune warbled out its lonesome tune
and the lights grew dimmer as I neared the back of the room.
The smell of bacon cooking and stale cigarettes stole my senses away.
I thought with fondness of distant times from where once this way I came.
I pulled up my chair and starred wistfully across the dining room.
I thumbed the menu and closed my eyes to where memories now loom.
It was then from within this realm that I realized the tears in my eyes,
Gone was Linda, and granny too, gone is so many that I once knew.
Their laughs now silenced their joking ways lost unto this minds smile.
Gone now, gone except within my memories almost 7 years and 7 miles.
J. Allen Wilson © THREE 2007
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|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|This poem is about precise, personal feelings and observation, yet as a reader, I can see the universal truth of time that goes by, of coming back to a place that's changed forever.
|Reviewed by Butch Howard
|You have created a strong sense of nostalgia here, one I have experienced myself when visiting places from my past. It is sometimes startling when we realize how acute our memories are of places and people who have touched our lives. Well done!
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|nostalgic read, i like it|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|no matter how many miles we roam and how many years pass by us, our memories of those who've moved our hearts are always kept alive ...
excellent poem Allen ...
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|So sad the way the passing of time is always changing, rearranging things and people we once knew so well. Dwingled down to a memory that no one else can see.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Allen this is an especially touching memoir and fine compliment for those that are missed!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Hope your vacation was relaxing...? Glad to see ya home where you belong...and this was a very sad poem, but one that brought back memories of the same kind of thing in my home town, that now is nothing more than a dump...Ed & Rufuz|
|Reviewed by J M
|Memories are beautiful in this and always with us it is what makes life worth living even after 7.... This was a blessing and done so well ALLEN>>>>Peace so nice to see a post from you,
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|OH, Very sad but beautiful! Wonderful memoir and tribute. -- Jeff|