Time it is kicked away
like a crumbling soccer ball,
patched and nurtured
after every game.
We roll along, sometimes
in a straight line,
mostly zigzagging thru life,
never staying too long
and not often coming back
as the same person.
I think of friends I once knew
and wish with all my being
to slow this ball, to pause
and remember, to grab pen
and paper, to say hello,
once more.
1 month ago
1 comment:
Hello...I just had to tell you that I absolutely love this poem!Not to be condescending, but for some reason I think of you as being very young. Not that that matters. But, the last few lines holds so much wisdom, and you worded the sentiment just perfectly.
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