Time Flies

Time Flies

A Poem by Underwater Sunlight

A man goes back to his abandoned childhood home thinking about his parents.

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Two spirits rest in graveyard floors,
though of past days, I do recall 
there inside the peeling back door--
their younger voices I hear no more.

The back porch swing's a rusted thing--
the see-saw now lies still.

My youth so seems like only a dream,
old family frames display us three--
but sadly, all that's left is me.

© 2019 Underwater Sunlight

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Added on October 11, 2016
Last Updated on January 28, 2019

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