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  • PASSAGE OF TIME



    Remember When


    We were young
    We were
    just little ones

    We used to play
    How
    we were
    when we were one.

            
    Way back
    then the times
    were young,


    life was easy
    for us then

    for we had
    our innocence

    Play
    was
    the only thing
    we knew.


    then
    we grew
    into our lives

    time seemed
    to change their ways

    For
    our eyes
    were opened
    to the view.


    not all
    of what
    we've seen was liked

    for life
    only showed the truth

    It
    was up to us
    to face it all.


    even
    though
    it made us cry

    Laugh
    at the way it went.


    times
    were good
    times were bad

    Life
    had its ways
    to cure our blues.


    It gave us
    happiness and love.


    with this love
    it gave us pain

    now
    our eyes
    are opened wide

    Now
     we grew
    into our love.


    To feel
    the growing pain
    of impatient youth.


    Did
    we try
    to burn our life out?

    trying
    to do all we can

    For
    we thought
    we only had today.


    how wrong
    we were,

    When finding
    how many
    mistakes, WE  made.


    By
    being
    foolish with ourselves.


    How many times
    did it take to learn?

    We
    are only
    what we make.


    How many loves
    did we lose?

    Not
    being what we were.


    Trying
    to impress
    a little girl or boy.


    to show them
    you were grown up,

    A man or woman
    of the world.

                                                   
    Doing things 
    only youth would do.


    Did you measure
    how big you were?

    By being
    the biggest fool
    of them all.


    Taking
    chances with your life.


    for it only took
    common sense

    To know
    how wrong you were.


    Did we
    listen to ourselves?

    Only when
    it brought us pain.


    Sometimes
    even tragedy.


    a painful
    sorrow to experience

    That
    cost us life and youth. 


    When
    we passed
    the burning years.


    we saw
    how foolish
    we had been

    Wondered
    how we
    got this far.


    In the year
    that we are in.


    now
    we are
    more aware of life

    We
    see  life
    has taught us
    many things.


    Not all
    did.  We want
    to be a lessons.


    our experiences
    were good

    If
    we learn
    from the bad.


    even though
    we are older

    We still
    have allotted to learn.


    life has
    many things
    in a store

    We
    can only know
    when it reaches
    our door.


    How
    we receive it.


    Will be
    our gift or destruction.


    when
    we look behind

    We’ll
    have our blessing.


    we can
    look back
    to the good times


    To Remember.

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    June 4,1979

    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto







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