O child,
Where did you go?
Gone through my fingers
Like falling sand.
This rug so swiftly pulled
From beneath my feet:
The years look like illustrations
On the pages of a tale too short to tell,
Too long to remember.
Yesterday I stood so tall,
Staring at the moon
In tiny snowboots and sunglasses--
A backyard legend.
Today, the same moon overhead,
I look up from a patchy beard and sandals
And wonder what's survived.
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wow nicely written! life is but a wind that touches and leaves no trace...it fades away so quickly...beautifull! wish you best of luck!
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