The Window
In our youth we wandered
Pretty much without a care
If it would all go right
Somehow knowing it always would
Even when it didn’t
Now old and worn
Is it really any different
As we head out on smaller adventures
Confident that it’s all good
Even if it’s the last thing we do
Once in our innocence we looked at life
Through a window and then found the door
That actually took us there
Each on our own paths, around and back again
To that world we first saw
(12/21/24)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2024
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