Days
they change
to months
that’ll never stay
Like dandelions
in the wind
the past
just blows away
Scattered
All the colors
of yesterday
today
have faded to grey
I remember that place
called home
on the front porch
I used to play
There used to be
such a magic
to my life
Like holidays
when I’d awake
hoping to see
reindeer
and Santa’s sleigh
“I used to be a little boy
so old in my shoes
What I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in my is the killer in you
My love”-Smashing Pumpkins, Disarm
I used to cherish
birthdays
sorbet
and swordplay
But the innocence
of that age
is a playground
on which
I’ll never play
Days
they bleed
into years
with such ease
All I see
are memories
of the boy
I used to be
Hey peoples! Thanks for stopping by the blog and checking out today’s piece of poetry. Hope you liked it ❤
Jordan Antonacci
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Great poem and love that Smashing Pumpkins song too.
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