Saturday, March 25, 2017

gone were the days


Gone were the days
When we were young
We had our freedom
Though pockets were empty

The young minds couldn't see
A stone throw from the house
We could see the empty field
We could pass our times there

But we didn'think so far ahead
What our lives would be
We let time slipped away
We buried ourselves in games

The innocent lives couldn't stay forever
Growing up years and moving to live independently
The struggling to fill up the pockets
The woes of living to stay alive

Now the eyes could see far ahead
The mind could imagine and plan
Some could make it others would fall
The fighting for survival was everyone skill

When the day was done
We could be the same
Decayed and returned to the soil
Rich or poor didn't matter at all

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