Topic: Where Do We Want To Go.
I met a man I went to school with in the Library this week who I last saw when we were both eleven year olds this tells the story of that meeting..
Where Do We Want To Go.
In the library here again to learn.
A place I come to widen my horizons.
I see you. You see me.
You seem familiar.
I seem familiar to you.
Something in the back of the mind is calling to me.
I say to you did we go to school together.
You say is that you.
I say is that you
1966 last time we spoke.
Two school boys.
Hey what happened to your fiery red hair.
Your next words on talking to me.
The picture comes into my head of a boy.
Not the bald man shaking my hand with warmth.
You were a boy with dark black locks of hair.
We both liked art .
You were a natural .
I had to work at it..
Your Mum passed away.
Leaving your dad lost.
He sent you away up north to live with an aunt.
All these years have past.
Now all these years of over half a century a short gap
Thoughts from over fifty plus years ago not thought about again till now..
Here we are two eleven year old boys.
In a moment no longer old men.
Just excited about being kids.
Wondering about life and where we want to go.
How can we be adults those years are to long.
It is easier to be kids in those couple of short years we knew each other,
The moment comes to the inevitable.
The spirit of childhood robbed by a moment called now.
Somehow those years after eleven till now are not what we want to bring up.
Adult detail and those stories seem uncomfortable.
Travelling faster then the speed of light we hit a wall.
Brought to a crashing stop we say goodbye,
Best mates boys bonding before we become old men.
A couple of strangers.
No longer prepared to play cowboys and Lone Rangers.
All we can do is shake hands and wish each other well.
Thankful for those eleven year old boys that once were us.