The Powers Back on the CrossRoads Ranch in San Diego County
A ping, a post, a name appears,
A rush of memories through the years.
Once-forgotten laughter, dreams we’d share,
Lives diverged, but still, they’re there.
The profile photo, a familiar smile,
A friend we lost for quite a while.
A simple “Hey” begins the flow,
Of stories only old friends know.
“Do you remember summer nights,
Bike rides home under soft porch lights?
The songs we sang, the plans we made,
The jokes that never seemed to fade?”
Through photos shared and messages sent,
We fill in gaps where the time was spent.
The kids they’ve had, the paths they’ve taken,
The triumphs, heartbreaks, lives awakened.
In scrolling timelines, moments collide,
Past and present walking side by side.
A virtual hug, a smiley face,
Bridge the gap, time can’t erase.
Though miles stretch or gray creeps in,
The heart remembers where we’ve been.
Old friends, reconnected through a screen,
Reviving bonds that once had been unseen.
Dedicated to my old french-horn playing buddy Dr. Ben Eby… 😊
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