A Long Way; A Short Distance Poem by Bryan Taplits

A short retreat-
A one-way street-
A meme and revered tool,
I remember those days-
All scents, in every way-
Wending back to elementary school.
We played fearless games-
Made up, with no names-
And the teachers
Like 'mothers',
Each had their say,
And the worst thing to fear:
Were the bullies of next year
And the tests which were given next day.
I wish each day I could remember-
Those sweet days all so tender-
For I lost them, with tidbits to find,
A shame their distance so enormous-
A diverging path once so famous-
But with their imprints ever etched
In my mind.