literature

Looking back.

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Now is the time, I think, to say goodbye, my friend
to all those Summers past we can so easily recall.
Who thought those childhood days would ever end,
Looking back, my friend, I see we had it all.

The streets were ours, housed many treasures hidden,
The trees we climbed so fearless to survey
a world where boring adults were forgotten
and all of time was just a time to play.

Sticks were swords swashbuckling with intent
or wands that glowed with incandescent light.
Boxes were our houses free from rent.
Backyards were arenas where we’d fight.

Adult larders just existed to be raided.
Jam and cakes we’d consume while on the run.
We’d find a dirt hill as the day’s end faded
and return a little blacker home to mum.

Past memories are so clear and sharp my friend,
yet recent ones have vanished into air.
Are you listening? Can you hear me my good friend?
Or can it be that you were never really there?
This left me with a very sad feeling.  I have been looking through old photos, which no doubt prompted this poem.  Growing old and looking back on childhood are favorite subjects of mine.  This one touches on dementia. The childhood mentioned here is an unsophisticated one without gadgets, intricate games and expensive toys in the days when imagination was pretty much all that was needed to make use of everyday items and things that nature offered.
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Killerion's avatar
Beautiful Poem. The way it ended made me feel a little sad. The rhyme and meter are exceptional. Nothing seems forced, or out place. This poem is very well written. I enjoyed it very much.