Crossroads
Long ago, I used to pride myself on my sharp memory -
My ability to recall things past and present in minute detail.
I felt I had an electric train in my brain,
Whizzing ever faster, taking in the number of carriages,
The people seated in my compartment and those around me,
Summing up characters and life histories in an instant -
And remembering later every aspect of the view
Through my window square.
Lately, my electric train has slowed with age,
And, in fact, has been replaced by a steam train of old -
I hope it doesn’t ease to a virtual stop!
Worse, I’d like to think I haven’t been derailed!
Perhaps though, I’ve just come to a crossroads of my mind.
© June Maureen Hitchcock December 2010
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