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class of 1967

Depths of Matchless Recall

I’ve been reading the FB chatter back and forth this week among old friends as plans for our 45-year class reunion begin. Wow! That is really a hard concept to grasp! When I picture these high school friends in my mind…I see them at age 17 or 18 leaning against their lockers, chatting with friends in the hallways.  Their images are frozen in time. The concept of time was so different at age 17 or 18.  Actually we really had no concept of time or where it would eventually take us at that point.  We were all just anxious to step into our lives…with the key word being “anxious” I think.  And now here we all are in our 60s with much of our lives behind us…but with still much of it yet to unfold…

Depths of Matchless Recall

The human mind…amazing…a truly magnificent creation.
Godly by design, with depths of matchless recall…a sensual saturation.

I can close my eyes, clear my mind of all the collective clutter.
Then let my weary soul lift up on wings that quietly flutter
Back through time so effortlessly to nearly forgotten places
To treasured friends and bittersweet lovers, now cherished, ageless faces.

Again we are caught up in time…youthful, wild and free.
Together we laugh, we dare, we love…unafraid to simply be.
It might have been just circumstance…the music, or just the time.
Whatever it was, it has become a most lovely memory of mine.

And sometimes, oh so quietly, that memory comes along
A certain sound, a smell, a touch…the words of a familiar song.
Then time dissolves, and there we are wrapped in youthful passion
Intense emotions, feelings so tender, embrace me with obsession.

In my youth I was a dreamer…imagination my best friend.
My mind could safely take me places and bring me back again.
Now all those places of my youth have become sweet memories.
I hold them close within my heart and cherish each one tenderly.

The human mind…amazing…a truly magnificent creation.
Godly by design, with depths of matchless recall…a sensual saturation.

–CL Gillmore Copyright 2011

When I’m Sixy-Four – The Beatles