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Growing Older
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Reflections We crawl along the dry brittle path
Trying to retrace footsteps of childhood memories
We are carrying the boulders of a heavy heart
With our feet adhered to the ground.
The river that once bathed innocence
Is now swollen and angry
With years of stupid mans destruction
The gnarling tree, at once ripe
with small hands and feet
Is now tired.
The strangled branches look to God
for answers that can't be answered.
If only we had let be what miraculously was there
The birds, moving like clouds
at the edge of the world
Glance a knowing eye to the unsuspecting stranger.
The memories of childhood games and laughter
Are now gone forever.
We are older now
Wiser.
More cynical.
Yet, if we look to the sky
Beyond the clouds
Ancient sunlight shines silently
Waiting to burst through.
