Hanging Out
Ah… to be young again
Hours hanging out with friends
Just getting on with the business of growing up
The value of time a foreign concept
Anxious to become all grown up
And finally free
Ah… such grand illusions
Of good times lingering
Blissfully unaware how precious youth is
Treasured memories to look back upon
Prized riches to carry in one’s heart
Published in my photo/poetry book ~HANGING OUT~ 2019
Submitted on April 22, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK C sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on August 27, 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment