Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Back then

Filled my mind
with remnants
of back then
an earlier time

A time when clocks
were HEAVY
and broken curfews
were a punishable crime

It's like hitting
a picture with a hammer
Childhood friendships
become scattered
reduced to part-time

Great youth was alive
money was of no important value
wealthy was a pocket full of dimes
It only makes sense
to me now in certain words
The ones that come
to me inside a rhyme

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane


  1. Replies
    1. Thanks, Berowne. Appreciate the comment! Thanks

  2. Such nostalgia! You've captured the essence of way-back-then beautifully, here!

  3. Thanks, Helena! Thanks for the comment and stopping by!!!

  4. "It's like hitting a picture with a hammer" ... I love that line, very visual. It's sad to lose touch with childhood friends ... you captured that feeling well. :)