Markus Jay Poet Free verse

the streets of memory

as I walk streets of my childhood
  For  the one last time
 the picture show of the past
plays inside my mind
as I reminisce about the time when
I wore a younger man's clothes

It`s so easy to
grieve for what once was once
while walking along the streets
 of memory past

                        this one last time

whether I use to wander aimlessly
or with
purposeful insight
to me
it mattered not
as it was
        a time of innocence
                     and
                           a time 
of childhood exuberance

I now think
how these days 
           shaped my future
and how quickly the
present 
             became the past

but for now this last time
 I walk these streets 
water welling in my eyes

a tourist of my childhood
with only memories
          walking 
                        by my side

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