A Town Called Past
I once knew a man named Youth.
He lived nearby.
He had friends named Hope and Faith.
They lived nearby too.
The youth moved away.
Hope and Faith soon followed him.
They all moved to a town called Past.
I cannot find it. It is not on the map. It is gone.
My new neighbors are,
Mr. Arthur Itis,
Ms. Regret Decisions,
Ms. Hyper Tension
and
Mr. Permanent Mistakes.
They are not as much fun as Youth, Hope, and Faith.
I sure wish I could find the town called Past.
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2022
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