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(writing as Louis McKraker)

When I was a child
(If ever I am no longer)
My thoughts ran wild
And my passion grew stronger
I took into account every story I read
And swore I'd do so until the day I was dead

I did,

And later couldn't help but to realize
The impact things have on us that we read as a child
It's every child's dream
To try to realize what's been seen
On the color-filled pages that glisten and gleam
It seems surreal…

… Serene

And on down the line
Many folks lose track
And feel that in time
For them, there is no way back
And there isn't, in fact
There is no way back
It's hard to even imagine
Even harder to re-enact

So the weak and the weary
They say to their young
Don't rush the cycle
Your day will come

When you're older and wiser
And withered and tired
And it seems all joy has fleeted
And it feels all those years, all those loves
Have left you depleted

But it's not this hour
No, it's far away
When it's time to be sour
And old and gray
A time when youth seems merely
A residual affair
When the pages no longer gleam clearly
And only seem bare

Reviews

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Your idea here is nice. The rhythm seems a bit forced though.... Almost as if the ideas were forced to fit into the format. Not a favorite... You have some thoughtful works here. Patience may serve you until the thought has fully formed.... So says the humor writer who is currently write blocked. Just one opinion.

[Que Sera Sera]

Such a striking piece of poetry. Excellent flow and the expression of thought is very well portrayed. A truly enjoyable read.

[pinpen]

Ever so deep and emotional, So nicely written and expressed as well.
I can really feel this write, it's heart tugging