WHOOSH

Written by: jo davis

Joanna Davis

The whoosh of time it flies

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so fast

From the dawn of our birth,

To the dusk of our past.

If the legacy is filled

with the laughter of child-like dreams,

it explodes with joy

and bursts at the seams

The residue will fly

right out into space

Then when you’re older

hit you right in the face

Your smile will be big

your eyes will be wide

Then~~~~~~~~~~ whoosh

you’re right back

To when you were a child.