my childhood corners and grand adventures
no nonsense of age or decay
what beauty could hold those treasures past
or keep with me the joys of what was once every day
those memories of me dancing on toes
where it felt as though we could fly
can anyone tell me how anyone knows
however we change and why
the moments are now blurred equations
keeping up is not as simple or kind
we rush through the hours and hope things remain
as we left them in our childhood minds
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