Just passing
When you pass this way again,
You will talk to those
Who move along with you
Upon the road that wanders by.
You will tell them of the times
When friends of yours and theirs
Cracked jokes and pushed and pulled
A crooked way along the lanes and
Round the corners of seven years.
You will tell them of the friends,
And maybe foes, who crossed paths
So long ago and seem so real that
Leaching time cannot erase the vivid
Images of their young and vibrant faces
Trapped in the amber of memory.
You’ll shrug, dismiss and strangely yearn
To travel back to places past,
Yet current, sparking eternal and real
Through synapse and memory.
When you pass this way again
The shadows of the people who
Stride on further shores will hold
You still - a moment - maybe two
Before allowing you to walk on.
When you pass by this way,
Lift your head and smile back
As you leave it behind again.
By M Belleini
The Year 11 and 13 classes move on soon to their various locations. I often write something for their leave-taking. How should I work on this before it goes to the leavers in my classes? Suggestions welcome.