Traces of faces
Of people and places
Collide in my mind
Without rhyme
Memories make me
Just as they take me
To those places now covered by time
Loved ones and acquaintances
I’ve mingled through the years
Happy times, times of joy
And sad times full of tears
Think of me, I’ll think of you
We may not meet again
Times ticks on relentlessly
Death comes
Not if, but when
I’m not folding, I’m just holding pat
My mingle gears are low
Pandemic lifestyle sucked me in
I’m short on get-up-and-go
But now that I’m vaccinated
And COVID’s on the run
Might have to get out and about again
Careful now, possible fun
But if I never see you again
Before one of us is dust
Not sure I lived the best way
But I hope you felt my love

Oh, wait a second, that’s just me, spacing out for no particular reason.
Party on, Garth.