Walking down my memory lane br Memories that clustered in a chain br I evoked an unfamiliar face br During the great marathon race br br For a minute or two our eyes met br Then changed course ‘cos of fret br “Will I see him again? ” I doubt br “Or die before in a drought? ” br br That was the first time I saw him br Not his name even I know br It might be Shaun, Jake or Jim br Or Irish or Italian, I don’t know br br His face was of pure virtue br A look seen very few br Like a breeze that vanishes in a jiffy br Shaking your steady knee br br He fades into a dream unknown br Shrinking down my thoughts br He wilts to my freed-pain br Down my memory lane.