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Sweetheart, remember those tender
days, we were so young our love full
of virgin pureness and candor.
We would walk alone, you and I
in those Autumn days to the park
and linger there. Shield by the trees
we would sit in the swings and chat,
you would smile that faint quirky smile.
You'd push, I would rise to the sky.
O, the cool serene wind felt nice
nestled against my face as I
lengthened my toes to touch the sky.

Sweetheart, remember those tender
days, we were so young our love full
of virgin pureness and candor.

Now.

We sit drinking coffee, looking
out the kitchen window toward
the vegetable and flower
garden. Our grandchildren swing each
other on that aged tire swing tied
to the old gnarly tree's top out
stretched thick bough.
I think back at those moments at
that swing at the park. You'd push, I
would rise to touch and clutch the sky;
worth rediscovering ourselves
utter those times of tenderness.
The last good days of innocence.



5/2/2020

Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2 - Poetry Contest 
2. The Last Good Days Of Innocence
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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