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