Mine To Behold
I held those days in
the palm of my hand.
They were mine to
behold, to keep.
Youth was mine to
keep forever I thought,
summers came and went,
as I dragged through my
teen years.
Day finally came to leave
home, finding life
not so grand as I
thought it would be,
wishing I could have
those years back,
would have made
better plans.
written 4-23-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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