what
childhood dreams
did escape
behind the gate
to become
the us of
today?
we savored play,
we savored life,
why then
do we look
at empty spaces
each end
of day?
we could have loved
life to the fullest
yet we were fools
to have ignored,
all those while
always thinking
we had all time
in the world
now,
i look behind
the closed gate,
i see the garden of old,
and the old days of
golden sunshine,
all the promises
pledged and lost
Painting below is a garden gate from my ancestral home, painting done by my Father,1994.
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