Places
At childhood's bitter-sweet end,
One looks back on happy memories of friends.
And though we know it is time to part,
It is done with a sad and weary heart.
Our lives can not be the same,
For our own spot in life we must claim.
Our future we must fill with new beloved places,
And our minds are likewise filled with new faces.
Yet for all changes, even those mild and meek,
It is the comfort of the past we sometimes seek.
But where it was it cannot be found,
And we are left sad and memory-bound.
Slowly our eyes will open and we will see,
That we must concentrate on what will be.
Though the places and players may not be easily seen,
Our pasts will remain to us as sweet as a dream.
-srw
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