I want to get back to the time when getting high meant on a swing,
when drinking meant apple juice,
when dad was the only hero,
when love meant mom's hug,
when dad's shoulder was the highest place on the earth,
when your worst enemies were your siblings,
when only thing that could hurt were wounded knees,
when only things broken were toys,
when friends used you for nothing but borrowing pencils,
and when goodbyes meant only till tomorrow.
Now memories make us realize that life has changed.......
Now memories make us realize that life has changed.........life thy name is metamorphosis, as today is the scaffold of tomorrow, and life changes saddling by hours, wonderful thought yet passionate,10+++, thanks for sharing
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Robin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.