CHILDHOOD’S PAST, Poetry by Robert Valleau

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by Robert Valleau

Carefree days of childhood’s past
Gone for now not to last.
Only in our mind to see
Moments we call memories.

Swing me now forevermore
Run and hide heretofore.
Summer’s short, winter’s nigh
Darkness now, I say goodbye.

I see a land, almost there
Children play without a care.
Let me go, let me be
A child again eternally.

© 2015

Robert Valleau
Author: Mystic Dreams and Dusty Roads * Black Mesa Magic
* Love’s Hidden View

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