a poem by Jeremy C Kester
Staring at the picture on the wall,
Surprising I see myself smiling,
What was I thinking at that moment?
I was only a young child,
Filled with hopes of future adventures.
Now is less than it was then.
Behind me I leave those days,
Only because I face forward.
Hell, if I could,
I would walk backwards into the future.
That way I will never age, but time will pass.
What was it like to be that child?
That child I was so short a time ago?
It speaks to me.
And only my lips move.
Featured in Jeremy’s collection: Change of Seasons: Selected Poems.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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