Child's Play

Child's Play

A Poem by LostSage
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For my sweet poem people

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lets do what we used to do
you remember
back in the olden days
we would run around
in the yard and play
and hate to see the sun go down
cause we knew
that would be the end of our day
like all good moms
she would yell out the door
time to come in
tomorrow I will play with you again

© 2021 LostSage


Author's Note

LostSage
pretty sappy huh?

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Then and now. How happy the then seems in comparison to the present. Children have so much fun. They know how to play. Grown ups don't always play as nice as children do. Felt the edge here Jeff. Bitter/sweet are your words.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


LostSage

2 Years Ago

I used the exact same words to answer another reviewer. bitter-sweet. the children are running aroun.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Jeff. Middle of the night and wide awake. I am an insomniac. Thank goodness for poetry sit.. read more
LostSage

2 Years Ago

I had to look it up 5 am your time. I only sleep 3 hours at a time. you stay with me whenever you wa.. read more
Not really. How did we stay so happy on those summer days? Now, I have to get back in the a/c ASAP.

Posted 2 Years Ago


LostSage

2 Years Ago

all the poems seem so sad. I wanted to write something nice. but it really is bitter sweet. thanks j.. read more
My mama told Me, you better shop around
No wait my mama told me I could play
until the street lights come on..then I
best be gittin' inside or face a whoopin'

"wanna play?" Chuckle said that; not me

a fun read.. nice

Posted 2 Years Ago


LostSage

2 Years Ago

I learned real quick to listen to mama. I don't want no whooping. she would reach in the drawer and .. read more

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Added on September 1, 2021
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LostSage
LostSage

Cleveland, OH



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