This Time


This Time


Wind blowing leaves through the yard
The streetlights begin to shine
The moon's impaled atop the trees
I smile, this time is mine

I hear the sounds upon the wind
So distant, yet so keen
I hear the laughter down the street
Of children never seen

The porch swing raps against the house
As I sit on the grass
I cherish all these moments
Because I know they'll pass

When all is calm and tranquil
And all is well and fine
I think not of tomorrow
I smile, this time is mine



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