I Remember 3 - Poem by Dominic Windram
I remember when we were young and the light
Played on the lawns and fields, for what seemed like,
A golden eternity. Sadly,
Sweet innocence has slowly turned into
Bitter experience. And all the bright
Colours of childhood and youth have faded
Into grey. Hope's frail flowers have withered.
Guardian angels seem like pale ghosts.
All of life's vital gloss has been removed.
Now the days speed by and we chase shadows.
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