Poem -

Johnny Went Away

Johnny Went Away

I knew this young Boy, from many years ago

He was just a little thing, maybe five or six years old

He was a vibrant little Boy, with an imagination

that overflowed

He said his name was Johnny, and he lived

on down the road

He told stories of his Mommy and Daddy

His Mommy was a beautiful lady, and

his Father was a handsome man, and

they would come to get him soon

He loved to dance with the Fireflies,

in the twilight

I could hear the echo's of his laughter, thru

my window, as I listened with delight

He climbed Apple trees during the day

Yes, this child was filled with light

Then suddenly, the lightness started to dim away

His eyes lost their mischief, and he stopped

coming out to play

I often wondered what happened to that little

Boy Johnny, but I saw him still from time to time,

not the same child , just the body, not the same mind

One day I called over to him, Johnny is that you

But when I looked into his eyes, I finally knew the truth

He whispered Johnny doesn't live here anymore,

His Mommy and Daddy took him away

They are living in a far off, dark place

You can call me Skipper, but I don't have time to play

I'm not allowed to talk to strangers, please just stay away

That was the end of Johnny, hidden inside this

child called Skipper

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