Where Is The Joy Of The Child That I Was? - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Where is the joy of the child that I was?
I wish it would come back to me,
No more is the spring of the life that did shine
And winter forever shall be.
Does it only exist in the photographs
That have been locked away in the drawer,
Where there they'll remain in the darkness and gloom
For nobody cares anymore.
Forgotten are all of the good times
And the laughter long faded away,
With the fun of the innocent boy that I knew
Who no longer wishes to play.
Now the memories I had have all clouded
And have settled like dust over time,
And are hiding the thoughts and the fingerprints there
Which are lost in the dirt and the grime.
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