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The Ever Changing World
Just missing the days of old
when the world didn’t feel so cold,
sliding down hills
in trash can lids.
Swimming in deserted ponds,
using hill cliffs as the diving board.
Walking through pastures,
checking out turtles in creeks.
Chasing the wild frogs
that seemed to grow wings to fly.
When life wasn’t so complicated
to feel the dilemma.
The sweet memories of quiet
to read a story book,
the evenings of togetherness
sharing the tales of the day.
They are all sweet memories
that fade with life’s time.
The ever-changing world
will never allow us
to live them again.
So, cherish each memory
of life’s joyful moments.
They are tools to carry
us forward.
#memories #writcopoem
#writcocommunity #writcowriters
@Becky M Scranton
when the world didn’t feel so cold,
sliding down hills
in trash can lids.
Swimming in deserted ponds,
using hill cliffs as the diving board.
Walking through pastures,
checking out turtles in creeks.
Chasing the wild frogs
that seemed to grow wings to fly.
When life wasn’t so complicated
to feel the dilemma.
The sweet memories of quiet
to read a story book,
the evenings of togetherness
sharing the tales of the day.
They are all sweet memories
that fade with life’s time.
The ever-changing world
will never allow us
to live them again.
So, cherish each memory
of life’s joyful moments.
They are tools to carry
us forward.
#memories #writcopoem
#writcocommunity #writcowriters
@Becky M Scranton
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