October 25, 2023
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Poetry

Along Time

Along time

It seems that I’m
surrounded by
My past.

A child that was
A baby grew
So fast.

A love that was
Exciting not
To last.

Ideas we thought
Were certain were
Just gas.

No thing it seems
Along time has
A chance

The give and take
Of life a play
Full dance.

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Author:

John Zdanowski

Updated:
October 25, 2023
Published:
October 25, 2023
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