I want to return to the past
And cast away this nostalgia
So I can return to those
Memories of my childhood.
I remember the boys
Playing their amateur soccer games
And the girls
Gathered together in gossip groups.
I see this from where I am,
Swinging back and forth
On a swing and trying
To hit the elm tree branches
With my long foot.
I was always alone
But it wasn't bad
Because from my swing
I can see everything,
Even if people didn't see me.
There were moments when
The suns rays sparkle through
The tree branches and hit my
Curious brown eyes.
I closed them and wished
For recess to never end.
Now I'm older
And there's no swing sets.
I wish I can, for 5 minutes,
Relax in that memory
And feel young again.
11/20/2016
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Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
