How can I ever forget
The house in which I was born
Where I first saw the dawn
Where I woke up in the morn
Stifling a sleepy yawn..
How can I ever forget
The pleasure-filled happy days
The chirping of the jays
The house – so like a maze
My own innocent ways ?
How can I ever forget
The roses pink and white
The eagles’ soaring flight
The marbles, top and kite
The twinkling city light?
How can I ever forget
The sweet sugary pie
The white clouds in the sky
The barley and the rye
My old dog that did die??
How can I ever forget
The pine trees green and tall
The shrubs atop the knoll
The games of bat and ball
My play-mates, John and Paul.
How can I ever forget
The ignorance of my youth
The innocence that time did loot
That now in fairness and truth
I am wicked and uncouth???????
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2022 00:21
- Comment from author about the poem: btw this is not a description of myself, as you would have guessed...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
+10 points for using the word "uncouth". A very descriptive write about remembrance and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
thanks for the feedback. glad you liked it
Innocence disappears when the devil introduces you to your teenage days.
That's what I told the judge anyway, and he concurred.
ha ha... that's so true.. glad you could relateto it
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