The Last Time
Golden leaves illuminated beautifully by the sun
Decorated the dilapidated city park I walk
And as I hear the distant cars I remember the fun
When my friends and I would come here and talk
Lime greens and electric blues have given way to rust
And the swing shrieks in protest as soon as I sit down
And maybe I hold on tight as I swing because I lack trust
And even as tears fall I refuse to frown
Why should happy memories make us so sad
Is it not a disservice to those who have passed
Instead of a throbbing pain we should be glad
It all happened even if in hindsight it seems so fast
As long as someone holds memories close one never dies
And I see the echoes of memories all around this place
Here where I used to run wild as a child I slowly realize
Even as the shadows grow long a smile adorns my face
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