Larry Covington

Yester-year







There is a moment in each lifetime
When we wonder, is this a dream?
As the pictures of our lives,
Go passing by.
The faces of past loved one,
Floating near and far away
Seem close enough to answer,
A silent call.
Memories of filled moment,
Watched through blurry eyes
Arms stretch out to hold,
Filled with air.
Questions need no answer,
It's all just understood
We were there when we were need
In yester-year.

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