I walked
past the
old football field,
empty,
no gladiators,
no cheering crowds.
PUSH THEM BACK,
PUSH THEM BACK,
PUSH THEM WAAAAAY BACK!
Just echoes
of the games
once played.
Just memories
of those standing,
watching
the turmoil
on the field of
battle,
young warriors
in their armor
girded for
war.
Distant images
of time long past.
People
I once knew,
no longer
remembering
their names.
November winds
again
blowing
in my hair,
what little
I have left.
I wonder
what paths
all those
people
took?
I guess I'll
never know.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2017 14:34
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Comments2
Wow. I loved it. Great write.
Thank you kind sir.
It's sad how fast time goes sometimes. At least we have our memories, I guess. Loved your poem!
Thank you BW for reading my work...
You're welcome!
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