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| TRENDING TOPICS JUNE 27, 2011 11:38 AM PDT |
Whether 22 or at the prime
of age ‒
The lazy days
are missed when
life
was less about
being a pageant but
playing on a stage ‒
A stage in which there
was no need to stop,
Caught in the thrill
of newly discovered
roads or
scraping your knee
against the
blacktop.
Stuffy newsrooms
appearing to be as
far off as Saturn,
Your palms gripping
a prized trading
card ‒
That’s all that
mattered.
To be
Seventeen Again,
To find ways
to irritate your
carefree friends,
Much of it as
prickly as
rose thorns ‒
But sweeter than
berries and over
ripe dates ‒
Dates hanging heavy
on the limbs of each
synapse,
Branching from one
year to another of
sheer reverie,
Despite the pits of
pain lodged
within the deep
recesses
Of the mind’s
memory.
Still the siren’s
call of
Childhood Retreat
Is a song that does
not need to trend
on Itunes for us to
see
What the birds and
the bees use to mean ‒
In a world
that never
seemed,
Incomplete.
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