Way It Used To Be Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Way It Used To Be



Wondering if anyone ever goes home to the way it
used to be.

Or is that only in some twilight zone, made up
to quench the happiness of childhood.

Sunday, October 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,happiness,home,poem
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