A man returns
To his childhood home
Thirty years past
A high school prom
Where he danced
With his sweetheart,
Where they walked in flowery parks,
Where he rode his bike
To elementary school.
The elementary school
Has been torn down
And is a weeded lot
Where stray dogs congregate,
The swing-set and merry-go-round
Are rusted in the park,
The childhood sweetheart
Divorced and living
In another city or town.
Today’s smile
Is tomorrow’s frown,
The love that finds a way to escape
May never return
With the breeze that swept it away.
Time will have us all, but our memories belong to us forever. Very bittersweet, Uriah, Write on, my poet friend. Always your friend, Sandra
Reminiscences. Sad that when one returns, things are so altered and so sad looking. Somehow one can never go back, but only forward. Sweet piece of writing Uriah, but sad also. All things are eventually wafted away. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Today's smile is tomorrow's frown...i like the acknowledgement of your value on the impermanant nature of all things...is very wonderful....
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A good poem about the memory of school that ruined and felt it so meaningful.