Poem -
Joy
The wind blows the smell
Of honeysuckles through the air
Suddenly I’m a child
Swinging in my backyard
Singing at the top of my lungsÂ
What happens to the present
When I go back in time
Does time freeze
So I can relive these momentsÂ
Did I use up all my joy back then
I can’t seem to find any nowÂ
Is there a limit that I didn’t know aboutÂ
Maybe I should have saved up
Stored some here and there
So when I go backÂ
I can bring a little back with me
Each visitÂ
Or better yet
Can I just stay there
There in my youthful bliss
Forever
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Comments
Love that. BrilliantÂ
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 ♫♪♥♪♫
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