Class Reunion

I shall go back again along the trail
My feet once followed when the heart was young.
There is something the years cannot assail
That beckons backward when old songs are sung.
I shall walk quietly through streets grown strange
And hear familiar echoes call my name.
Time is perceived alone through growth and change;
The years leave little that remains the same.

Another generation's feet now walk
The same old path and find it ever new.
Someday they too will gather here to talk
Of life grown rich because this path was true.
Following onward, still the heart will know
Always the road leads back, and I must go.

~ Mary E. Linton