flashing on in the past..
some rememberances that forever
and always will last..
the child reaches out to me..
and as an adult should be..
I remember how it used to be..
with a glow of warmth..
others will definatly fail to see.
I suppose you all had to be there..
how the shadows fell into place..
how the ice seemed to always
leave gentle traces..
looking back now with older eyes..
nostalgia and remarkable feelings..
that words often fail to see..
perverse innocence bad hair-cuts..
filtered light and harmonic convergence..
I remember staying up late..
and watching an old tv show..
how naughty I felt staying up
when nobody was home..
getting away with something
now I'm older..I never realized
until now..I was really all alone..
children need so many things..
that money fails to have bought..
love is a very valuable commodity..
that people fail to realize..
it's what often times makes or
breaks us..and so sadly shapes us..
into who we are now..
By Rick Weber
May 4, 2013
copywritten
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