Time lapse, 50 years in a couple of minutes
to answer the question: What does one say
to someone they haven’t seen in 50 years
I am sorry? Yes, and then …
People want to know, who we are, who we are
So we tell 'em, so we tell 'em
We are the Saints, the mighty might Saints
We weren’t always, folks understood that we aspired to be
And Peter Pan is still my hero, I never wanted to grow up
Yet words like retirement, grandfather, 50 year HS reunion
Are now part of my vocabulary, and it is hard getting used to them
What of the days at McCoy playing pick up baseball,
or Novelty Park basketball, or delivering the Times making some
money to pay for school, books, and the occasional
Ring Ding and Yahoo at Mike’s Corner market
High School commencement was the end
Of one path, other paths opened with college
And beyond; the world of work, family,
Moving about the country before coming home
What is home? Pawtucket is where my story
Started, St Joe’s & St Ray’s were key parts of it
Even returning for a spell as an assistant coach for
track and cross country before corporate moves took over
Now up the road a piece; Franklin is my home base
From which I also found that railroad lines
Used to come down to Valley Falls and into
Pawtucket back in the day when trains were king
Can you go home again? An age old question
But yes, if you want. Aside from visiting
The cemetery and walking among the neighborhood streets
You can’t ever get fully away, the ties are binding
So I’ll quote Rumi:
Out beyond wrongdoing
And rightdoing, there is a field
I’ll meet you there
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