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Childish Rememberance

Contributed by TheImpairedSpirit on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 02:17:45 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



Oh how time speeds by
So fast as matter of fact, our moments aren't realized until they are gone
A memory is life's reminder of what we had
Of what we have lost
Gone is the childish inocence
Gone is a life of comfort
Before the heart ache
Before the broken dreams
Before the burden of the future was a thought
Life was as clear as could be
Before choices fogged our perspective
And responsiblity was a stranger
The beauty of a day was never ending
And the world was a just and fair place
Oh how I miss those days..




Copyright © TheImpairedSpirit ... [ 2011-10-09 02:17:45]
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Re: Childish Rememberance (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 03:43:31 AM AEST
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Well well well. How that takes me back damn how I miss those days. We had a hard but beautiful childhood. Thank you for take'n me back it maid me reflect on my life and I must rethink my future. God bless you

Greatings
Russell Reinhardt


Re: Childish Rememberance (User Rating: 1 )
by xanvier on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 06:20:20 AM AEST
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how beautiful and wonderful to be young again and think back all the good and bad old days we had, we should never forget those days for as those had been part of our life, thnks for sharing for this nice beautiful poem....


Re: Childish Rememberance (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 10:25:00 PM AEST
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Great write, it takes one way back.
Blessings,
emy




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