Treasure Island

A. V. Asreg


Lost times


How come we are worlds apart
How come we have lost
happy memories of past
Golden times we’ve tossed

How I miss the times we’ve had
Sometimes I see it clear
Childhood pictures in my mind
but fading year by year

Where are you now, my childhood friend
Will I see you soon, will we ever mend
our friendship bond

I found the pictures that we took
Looked so happy then
Young and full of hope and chance
Will we feel that again

Sand ran down the hourglass
faster than I thought
Now I think about the past
Times that I forgot

But will we meet again, my childhood friend
Let’s begin again, can we ever mend
our friendship bond

Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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