Mirrors

I ride past Franklin

Seward is now leeward

This is the block where Ali and Aki lived

I ride by their old home with a sigh in my heart

Smiling I reminisce, they needed a brand new start

The streets are the same, the buildings are early 20^th century plain

How times have changed.

We were all so young

my experiences were brave and new

setting on a voyage of discovery now I look for recovery

the grey yesterdays look sunny today

A remembrance of things past

old friends whose faces remain

their names are faded, forgotten stains

There was they guy I knew in '92.

with his MBA he was cool,

he traveled in Asia maybe even Istanbul

but it was a year of recession for fresh grads a great depression

In the old albums their faces make the mind reopen dusty cases

to find all the papers lost in the shuffle,

all collected in one great bundle

my inner voice answers with a great silence:

Kumar who taught me how to drive a car

Mai who filled my heart with doubt and angst

Musa the commie who was ultracool

There is still Brian with who I still chill,

Tom Magnuson when will we again talk about quiche?