Childhoods
Come on strong child
with forced happiness
all you can try to do
is be a pee green insect,
vestiges of grass
betray a once forlong child
All your dreams are rustled in the wind
as the old man opens the gates
of despondency
Do you wish to hold the key
to being sixty
and those around you are now dust
as you are assured of your youthful angst
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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