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Twenty-five years on
by John Van der Kiste
Sunday, May 26, 2002

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You must remember this –
How in our student days
We used to sit and talk
About how to put the world to rights.
Tongues loosened at the end of the day
With a golden pint of best at our elbow
And we were little more than teenagers then,
Drunk with the elixir of life
And innocence.
Where was experience?
We knew so little then, and thought we knew it all
Simplicity masked a thousand sins,
Roads not yet travelled,
Lessons not yet learned.

Twenty-five years later,
Viewed through the mist of years –
Was it that long ago?
If we were to meet again –
Middle-aged, more contented, still questioning -
We would be older, wiser,
Maybe sadder, maybe happier.

Once we used to dance ourselves.
(Remember the days of the air guitar?)
Oh how we shook our hair.
Now we just shake our heads at the young –
The people we used to be,
Clenching our fists in silent envy,
Cursing that we never put the brakes on time.
But one day, they’ll be the people
We are now. So the wheel turns.

Perhaps we might still be the same.
Maybe the patina of those years would fall away,
Melt like dew
In the midday sun.

Some days they will be telling us
That recollection
Is the new rock’n’roll.

Written in 2002, thinking about friendships from my student days

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Reviewed by Susan Cook 7/30/2002
So very true.

This is wonderful.
Reviewed by Regina Pounds 7/8/2002
I just met one of my first grade pals..the patina did melt away for a few moments.

Nicely written.
Reviewed by Josephine Bohen 5/27/2002
This poem is straight out of my mind. I wonder what would happen if I ran into my old cronies. I love that you incorporated patina ~ it's one of my favorite words.
Reviewed by Rita Putatunda (Reader) 5/27/2002
memories are wonderful--
Reviewed by jude forese 5/26/2002
some things never change...
Reviewed by Lori Moore 5/26/2002
"The new rockn'n'roll... very good!
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 5/26/2002
It's good that you still remember the way you were and understand the young, some people don't.

Good write!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
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