Postcards

Now where have all my friends gone

Or is it I who left my stance

Just kept accumulating miles

It's the travelers romance 

 

Nostalgic of your impressions

 We'll come to crossings with memories to extend

Sculpting our character till the jagged end

 

As time and the seasons progress

We try to channel a responsible adult

Though lofty and easily amused

Our spirit's at fault