LXVII - To a Friend of Many Names.

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I'm cheating a little on this one. It is some years old now
but has not been published in this blog before and seems quite fitting for the end
of what the Chinese would call an "interesting year".


To a friend of many names.

You touched me once,
In passing;
You probably don't remember,
But I recall it well.

You touched me once,
In passing,
And as you continued on your way
Left a special imprint,
A mark upon the clay that you
And others like you
Have moulded into me.
I reacted to your presence,
To your coming and your going,
With suble little changes
That only I can see.
You shaped my thoughts and standards
Then continued moving on;
Probably never knowing
That I could see where you had been
Long after you had gone.

Yes, you touched me once.

In passing.

You probably don't remember
But I recall it well.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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