You silenced the calling out of children
Across empty lots and down twilight alleyways
You stole the summers of innocents
And the friends and lovers of forgotten days
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities
Filled me with hope and fantasies
Then jerked away your promises
And left me with want and empty dreams
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Time is a cruel mistress. Great poem.
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Indeed, but can also be a great healer
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its linear and cannot be stopped or harnessed. it just goes on ignorant of our needs. Jerry this was beautiful.
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Thanks Gina, they say time can heal all wounds but all things must succumb to it eventually.
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so true Jerry and as we age we appreciate this fact even more
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