By Bryan Sanctuary
June 27, 1972
Sometimes you sit and wonder
And let your mind go free,
To seek out little thoughts gone by
Of things that used to be.
Through little paths on long lost trails
You sail upon the day,
And hear the sound of forgotten friends
You left along the way.
But comeback now and do not linger
Upon the days gone by,
There is so much for you to do
To let the morning fly.
N.B. Parts of this poem sounds familiar
so I maybe guilty here of plagiarism. If
anyone knows of a poem with similar
words, please let me know.
I plugged the poem into a plagiarism checker
and it came back as authentic.