The Memories Remain
A Poem About Childhood Reminisces
Cycling with my friends
Down narrow country lanes
Sunshine on our bare arms
The summers come again.
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The bikes we received for Christmas
Broke free from their winter constrains
Like us, a life unleashed once more
Soaked in the summer rains.
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My memory returns me to that Long lost time
Where nothing seemed impossible
Where dreams came true in my mind’s eye
Though small boys dreamed small dreams.
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Now the bikes are long gone
and most of my best friends too
They disappeared like my thick blonde hair
Though the memories remain,
Yes, those pure sweet times are gone and done
Though the memories remain.
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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