Hall of Memories

Have you ever noticed how fast the years pass?

Like a speeding car zooming thru the countryside,

catching fleeting glimpses of objects becoming something.

 

What?

 

Such is the impression when I get a job in the bakery,

twelve years after I quit.

My eyes open, who's still there; looking for a friendly familiar face.

Ah! There's Karen, who I knew way back when.

 

We slow danced at the works do and I left with her mate, Cass.

My marriage ended that night.

Fabulous forbidden sex with a foreign bird.

Cass vacated the bakery, oh well.

 

Karen asks do I have a kid?

Yes I do but things never worked out.

Now I'm on the market, looking.

I have anyone and I'm single, is her reply.

 

I file this.

 

Maybe Friday at hers?

A tour of the factory brings it all back.

In 1980 I started in this very spot, Rose Bakery.

Something got inside me, hard to describe.

What, a promise of romance on Chorley packing

or popping my cherry on a Bakewell tart, with a hussy?

 

Oh my, the things I did then.

What of now and Karen?