We all remember our old neighborhoods; they played a major part in shaping who we’ve become. Written By E.B. Wilkes.

Poem inviting alumni for a reunion.

Old friends meet 10 years after.

In life, people come and go, but what does it feel like when they turn their backs on you?

Staring into the flames.

How different my old friends are…

Whenever I visit my home state in which I was born and raised, I always run into someone that is willing to remind me of the wonderful wintry days that has long passed and gone. They always start, "Remember the old days….

To the Muse who guides me.

Love like wine, grows better with age.

People come into our lives for brief moments, in passing, for a time, short and long and each one of them in some way leave their mark on us for better or for worse…most become just shadows out of yesterday, faces, friendships, moments of our lives long since passed and yet forever with us…Read more.