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The days of the Past
#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"

As the time slips away,
as it had done before
This time of youth will soon be gone.
It will vanish one day
that I know for sure.
until that day comes,
I need to make sure
to have some memories .

Gathering up friends, cracking jokes
playing cards, muttering little secrets about young girls nearby
became a hobby to be held
inside our own little domain of a "treehouse."

I Hope,
The home that we built
The place we shared our joy
will one day give the same memories to the kids yet to come after __
we had gone.



© AJ