Poem -
Joy
The wind blows the smell
Of honeysuckles through the air
Suddenly Iām a child
Swinging in my backyard
Singing at the top of my lungsĀ
What happens to the present
When I go back in time
Does time freeze
So I can relive these momentsĀ
Did I use up all my joy back then
I canāt seem to find any nowĀ
Is there a limit that I didnāt know aboutĀ
Maybe I should have saved up
Stored some here and there
So when I go backĀ
I can bring a little back with me
Each visitĀ
Or better yet
Can I just stay there
There in my youthful bliss
Forever
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Comments
Love that. BrilliantĀ
Oh, how we pine for those halcyon days of our youth, 'ey, Julia?
No bills to worry about or stress over.
Relationships were simpler and friendships were valued.
No smart phones, social media or reality television.
People actually visited and spoke to each other, face-to-face.
I miss those days...
Nicely penned, good ink!
~Dean Kuch ā«āŖā„āŖā«
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