Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.


Posted Friday, August 10, 2012

Remember when I was young?
Before I even knew you
Before I could walk
Or talk
Or hold your hand

Remember when I was young?
When I didn't need a haircut
I couldn't keep my cap on
And one-sies were all I wore

Seems so long ago

Remember when I was young?
We were only boys
You held my hand
I held yours

Remember when I was young
You were my BEST friend
Plus our parents
Rooted for us from afar

Seems so long ago

Remember when I was young
It was yesterday
Yesterday I believed
I was young

I am old
I choose to believe
I am old

I want to go back
Go back to the place
Where I believe
I am young
I hold hands
I play with my BEST friends
And the world
The world roots for me
From afar!

by Ken Carlson

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