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When I was young my youth lasted a long time.
When someone said next year, it sounded as it was forever.
I remember the long summers
but realize it is the sum of many summers.
Since in our estimation summer lasted long into autumn
and mild winter.
The real cold season lasted a month, and since
We didnīt sit still it didnīt feel so cold.
Now that I'm old the seasons whirl faster and faster rapid
I get dizzy and have to sit down or hold on to my cane.
the tremendous speed is accelerating towards doom and the hope
of another spring.
When I was young my youth lasted a long time.
When someone said next year, it sounded as it was forever.
I remember the long summers
but realize it is the sum of many summers.
Since in our estimation summer lasted long into autumn
and mild winter.
The real cold season lasted a month, and since
We didnīt sit still it didnīt feel so cold.
Now that I'm old the seasons whirl faster and faster rapid
I get dizzy and have to sit down or hold on to my cane.
the tremendous speed is accelerating towards doom and the hope
of another spring.
Published 12th May 2021
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in my recall of youth memories
i remembering running away from a father who wanted to teach me a lesson and once caught,
he drove finishing nails into my little feets so i could but couldn't run away.
O my FUCKING SHIT, HOW I REMEMBER THOSE DAYS!
i KNOW
EFFIN EXACTLY
what Your spill is about but on the surface...............it resurrects shit i had long buried!!!!!!!!!
Damn You Poet!!
You and me are corded unfortunately for me) still - You often speak empirical truth of this dispensation and so i thank You, Brother
i remembering running away from a father who wanted to teach me a lesson and once caught,
he drove finishing nails into my little feets so i could but couldn't run away.
O my FUCKING SHIT, HOW I REMEMBER THOSE DAYS!
i KNOW
EFFIN EXACTLY
what Your spill is about but on the surface...............it resurrects shit i had long buried!!!!!!!!!
Damn You Poet!!
You and me are corded unfortunately for me) still - You often speak empirical truth of this dispensation and so i thank You, Brother
