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Memories Ghost
I came home to my small town
and wandered 'round, both up and down
streets known so well, but had not seen
since I was a boy, scrawny and lean,
my baseball cap a soiled crown.
How can some places known so well,
seem yet unkown, I ask, pray tell,
to that same boy, a man now grown
who wandered 'bout as one who owned
all that he saw, Main Street to dell?
It's a trick, that in effect
the young from mem'ries ghost protects,
yet haunts us all, beloved kin
from dwelling on what might have been
but for times continual trek.
