Passing By

I passed by an old office today,

that once captured my time.

I did not stop and did not stare,

for nothing remains for me there.

I passed by an old project today,

remembering the plan, the site.

I could not tarry in recent past,

but pleased to know that memories last.

I passed by an old friend today,

and thought of times gone by.

We're strangers now because I know

that too many miles come and go.

Plans and plots and events fly by

framing my history as I stroll.

With my mind still weighted by this life's load,

I venture down less traveled roads.

Mike Martin