Going Home

They say you can’t go home again after
Time has stolen all your
Childhood memories from bygone days.
Replacing them instead with whiffs of
Progress and regression,
Finding old familiar haunts
Lost within a maze.

Old friends, some still treading there,
(Others long and far away)
Flashing forlorn withered faces
Painted with synthetic smiles.
Slapping thighs as they remember
Youthful tanned exuberance of
How they got from there to here.
“Won’t you sit and stay a while.”

Sorry that I cannot tarry,
Tempting as the thought may be. 
But I have other worlds to conquer,
Other realms to search and roam.
Chance that when my trek is over
And my feet need firmer ground
Time proclaims my travels finished 
And will find me going home.

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