It Could've

A hundred years and today.
A century ago seems like yesterday.
It could be tommorrow.

The memories became a cemetary.
Yesterdays hero is the ghost.

Funny how the changes are the same.
Flesh and blood,

Grandads and grandsons sharing the fraternity of fabled commonality.
"Good luck and appreciation. It's been real, it's been fun.
Josie, we'll always have our sacred spring. I hope life treats you amongst the royalty."

The pages are numbered and the book ends.
We can only hope.

1910 in the Cristo's .........
twenty ten in the Metro...............

A YEARBOOK FROM YESTERYEAR...........