We were young once.

We were young once.

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

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There spirits rest in the cemetery floor.
Though of prior years I do recall
There inside the peeling back-door
Their younger voices that speak no more.

The back porch swing's a rusted thing.
The see-saw now lies still.
Our youth so seems like only a dream.
The old photo frames display us three 

Yet sadly - all that's left is me.

© 2020 Crossroads


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An interesting and meaningful piece, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. I hope you keep writing things in the same tone and mood.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Crossroads

5 Months Ago

Thanks, Jinx.
Very cool (: Mystical. Liked it.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Crossroads

8 Months Ago

I thank you.
Very mournful poem, I enjoyed it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sad. This poem grips at the soul. Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Talk about being able to relate! I, too, am the one left standing and it is sad to look at the old photos and remember. Still, those photos are precious to me as are the memories. We are their legacy. We are the ones who will speak of them and remember. A melancholy reflective write....filled with honest emotion. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crossroads

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading.
in 4th line did you mean "hear"?
I read it as that.
i relate to his piece...as is true for me. Both gone now, and only me left to carry on.
I think of all those old abodes...the apartment in NY, the house on McKinley in Lockport...
and others...we all lived there once...Life is so different now without them in it.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crossroads

1 Year Ago

Yes, thanks for pointing that out and thanks for the review.
Profoundly sad.
It is a heavy burden to live long enough to see our cherished loved ones become mere memories.
Work with definite impact, C!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crossroads

1 Year Ago

Thanks Jimmy.
Another gem. I can say no more. Well done!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Crossroads

2 Years Ago

I thank you.
emipoemi

2 Years Ago

my pleasure.
I like this short poem Imagination. You have caught the sadness of advancing years when we think back to the familiar memories of family, people and places, and particularly those that are no longer with us.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 2 Years Ago


Crossroads

2 Years Ago

Thanks, very much.

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