Category Archives: Poetry

the cup

the cup

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we’re getting old

we’re getting old boys and girls

we move slowly now weighed down with memories

walking through woods and running there’s a fox ahead

green fields with Queen Anne’s lace and cool clouds in hot summer skies

cold snowy hills with a stream at the foot where legend said small children could die

long walks home toboggan in tow freezing hands oh why did we go?

long walks down hills and up new days each an adventure to come

oh where did it go as I sit here and type

memories oh memories flood all of my nights