I have written several poems, loosely connected under the title, Boyhood from a Distance. One poem serves as a brief reflection of times we all experience:
Good Old Times
Once is something old
carried around less time than you want but
longer than others care
So it is finally rolled in a paper bag and
dropped along the way
but then kept always
inside you
and rubbed smooth and shiny as
a memory
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