The Atrium

Tomato Soup

There was a time,

When I was a child,

Singing songs of the good times.

When I could always smile to

The slightest touch,

But I’ve grown, and it doesn’t do much

Now.

I can remember

When I had a simple kiss,

Made all the pain go away.

Parents holding me close,

Never saying goodbye,

Now I watch, as they all die

A little sad,

A little gloomy,

This is all the life

offered to me.

Young man, which I am

Wonder if there is more.

But being young,

One can’t be sure.

As days become nights,

And the days return,

I just think if there is more to be earned.

I could stay where I stand,

Dwelling in the past.

But no good will come from it.

I will not last.

I put on a smile,

Just focus on what I have,

At least, it’s here for awhile.