Rueful I walk 
with the ghosts 
of my past,
listening to the whispers
and mocking laughs.
Events long gone,
the memories last
like a rose in full bloom
when the summer has passed.


8 thoughts on “Ghosts

  1. Oh Andy, I got goosebumps during my first read through of this…one to commit to memory.
    Everyone can relate to this, I think, well I definitely can. But – it is your poem and I can also see in my mind’s eye the landscape of your personal heritage and it adds to its flavor. Rich.

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