Stapling things on the wooden desk
Reminded me of time and you
Running and jumping, making mess
All the high stories I hold true
There were green leaves and dry tall grass
I disappeared and came out blue
All the water and made up guns
The bubble gums and fake fondue
We were restless and relenting
Fixed things with drips of super glue
Back when we were the younger ones
Never saw the moment pass us.
We stopped our jollies, came out old
The longing years bristled tender
Chatting flash flush, here visiting
I reappeared yore asunder
Those three years of you decaying
Bodies complaining to the cold
Never dreamed of reading goggles
Not expecting to miss angles
Our shares of fancy machines lure
The gifts of arts and designs rule
I came for when you are weaker
Teary eyes tell paragraphs of you
But your kindness did not came late
Meaningful but spoken softer
Back when we're younger and yonder
Right now stapling... reminiscing
Quick trips to the abyss sinkin'
Finding words, makin' it rhyme
We never saw the monster, Time
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Octosyllabic verses
Please end this annihilation.
YOU ARE READING
Wird
PoetryA purge of words. Readers make them mean something. I certainly make them mean and that is one thing.
