JUST THE OTHER DAY...

Where grown men stand and weep
Whether summer's sun, or winter's rain.
It neither cleanses,
Nor washes way their pain

Where stood once a crowd of youths
A few old men now endure.
And at the setting of the sun,
And at the ending of this day

Their memory is as fresh
As though it had happened,
Not twenty years ago,
But just the other day

©Copyright June 30, 2004 by James McE. Love

Author’s Note: None of us getting any younger... irrespective