5am Memories

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by abelorMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2362732

Lost in 5am memories




Lost in a Saturday morning,
Innocence
Time takes away.
The heart of a child
Has weathered the miles
Though games, the mind
No longer plays.

Remember the sun through the window,
The puppy curled up in a ball.
Now clouds share the sky,
Old dogs grow and die,
As the clock ticks away
On the wall.

Bubbles we blew on the porch stoop
Carried our dreams to the clouds.
Did they all burst too soon,
Or like metal balloons,
Become weight that we drag
Through the crowds?

We shopped for our clothes in the dresser,
News from our cereal box.
Never suffered the pains
Of too many grass stains,
Life always came clean
In the wash.

Lost in 5am memories,
Yesterdays
Pages have turned.
Many chapters unread,
Are the ones still ahead,
May we write from the
Lessons we’ve learned.
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