An Old Film

Your watching an old film
that you have seen before,
then suddenly the faces appear there
of those who watched it with you,
a long tome ago.
Some are gone on to that long sleep,
never to return no more.
Others have moved away,
where to, you cannot say.
Only that they are gone.
You sit there and wonder
when they watch that old film,
if they get the same feeling as you,
and see the same faces you do.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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