Memory-van
Memory-van poem by Deial Johnson Sometimes, I travel to the past While still awake On my vehicle named ‘memory’, This wonderful journey I make. I see everything that once was seen And hear everything that once was heard; Live life the way I would’ve lived Break some rules that were once revered. I travel to a place where I am Forever young And I sing every song That remains unsung. The still smiles in the photo-frame Turns to cheerful laughter And I long to be there- Forever and ever. Yet, in this journey to the past Travels only my soul; With my body, My vehicle won’t move! I'm going to travel the past As often I can And I wish I could take you too In my memory-van!