just thinking of summers of youth
how quickly it passed
then the parade on the fourth
many moons ago
the fourth of forever
will it stand up?
retold in its many versions
postured and fitted
into some kind of empty futility
oh well, keeps us entertained
as the seasons come together
muddled and stained
just thinking of that summer of pain
many moons have passed
solitary midnight has come...
sounds like you equate that life-changing initiation with a specific event pinpointed in history and every year an anniversary of what it defines for you, Dale. I can understand this fully. When dates become national institutions, heavy with their own freight of expectations, it is painful when, instead, they represent a travesty of what it is they seek to instill, because of our own unhappy experiences at that time. Love the honesty here. Be well, my friend. Kate xx
REMEMBERING...EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE WE OPEN THE DOOR, TAKE A LOOK AROUND AND THEN...SHUT IT QUICKLY. GOOD WRITE WITH VIVID IMAGERY - THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
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just thinking of summers of youth
how quickly it passed
How quickly, indeed, and I often find myself gazing up at that moon thinking similar thoughts.
Be always safe,
Karen