A few words spoken
Out of a million
Ages ago
has stuck in memory lane

A look, a certain tone of voice
A question, a doubt
A cautious venture
Into uncertanity

The loss, what was missed
In those million words
And the few that stuck
Haunt me as I see

The landscape of my child hood
changed with the passing time
Even unchanged things look vague
As time exacts its price
Where progress missed.