Memories of joy forgotten
Living through the rusted frame
Silence now where grass pushed through
symbols of acclaim.
~
The kids I knew from days long passed
They’re moving to adulthood
rusting and twisted with time
from their childhood.
Memories of joy forgotten
Living through the rusted frame
Silence now where grass pushed through
symbols of acclaim.
~
The kids I knew from days long passed
They’re moving to adulthood
rusting and twisted with time
from their childhood.