by James A Holt

It's hard to laugh like I used to.
Age and maturity have weighted my heart down.

I imagine my youth and innocence like a feather,
Blown away by the winds of time.

Responsibility has become heavy;
Carrying a sledgehammer with no hands.

I remember seeing your eyes,
Shining like gold over a simple joke.

Your laughter made me laugh,
My youth once again restored.

But now you are gone,
Shining your gold on another.

Quietly I wait and hope,
To see the gold again shine upon me.


Posted on 09/24/2003
Copyright © 2023 James A Holt

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