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Nothing will ever compare to my childhood...

Submitted: July 23, 2017

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Submitted: July 23, 2017



How many years and counting,

I stare through the window reminiscing,

The sweet songs I use to hear,

Wild laughter without a care.

The beauty that existed,

All energy once never wasted,


There is no perfect way I guess,

To describe all that I had felt,

Even a wordy poem can never be worthy,

I write but I still can’t truly express,

The happiness lingering from my childhood treasure chest,

A golden era at it’s best.


It pains so much in the present,

To confess nostalgia is what this represents.

Even as I grow old I will I think still,

I once lived in so much bliss,

And why I can’t help but reminisce.

Such joy remains without compare,

Goes so far back yet seems so near,

The fun in motion, the sea breeze through my hair,

In awe I use to stare when days were filled with cheer,

Now I do so in despair,

Oh, when, oh when will my eyes come clear?



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