Friday, August 15, 2008

I Remember You...

                                 Drama class, 1968

You were always on the periphery of the group, never speaking, always listening. Who was watching you? We were watching each other, never you. We never spoke to you. We couldn't understand what our selfishness meant. We liked nice clothes, the attractive charms of youth, status. All those things are gone now.

Grant me this moment of foolish regret, for I remember you now.

I will always remember.

By Professor Batty


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