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
Skillful and apt; well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Berowne. Appreciate the comment! Thanks
DeleteSuch nostalgia! You've captured the essence of way-back-then beautifully, here!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helena! Thanks for the comment and stopping by!!!
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