DEja Vu

a poem

 

 

Déjà vu.

 

 I have been here before

 and seen these sights

 along this shore.

And yet before today

I have never passed this way.

 

Whence comes this memory

That I hold so crystal clear.

That red house those willow trees/.

I know not from what source springs.

My recognition of these things.

 

I only know it was mere chance

I chose to drive along this coast

Was it fate or circumstance?

That brought me here today to see.

These scenes familiar to me.

 

Or did I live another life

Before the one I’m living now

And did I have a loving wife

And friends and family,

Someone who might remember me.

 

But NO I must not think that way

I can disturb no ones peace

I must drive on I cannot stay/

And yet and yet I will recall

This as the strangest day of all.

 

Revised

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

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