Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Skinned Knees

Remember, we were kids once.
Skinned knees and impish laughter.
Dreaming big and riding bikes.
Where our imaginations took us,
We'd seldom return as
We play-fought in the backyard.
Small idiots creating humor
Out of green grass and tree trunks.
I remember and I'm pained to see
The paths they've taken
And how I'm the only one
Still recognizable after all these years.


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Skinned Knees

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