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
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