One Day (a poem)

Wood and cast iron park benches sit amongst trees, on the golden, leaf-covered grass of a city park.

This is my story.
It’s one I know well,
of leaves once green,
turned brown as they fell.

It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last.
Now here I sit,
reminiscing the past.

I can see it all clearly,
staring back through the haze,
life is a strange arrangement of days.

It’s hard to let go
those times of regret.
Yet, in the end,
lessons are all we get.

The mistakes I make now,
I’m beginning to find,
one day will be lessons
in the back of my mind.

 



~ elr

 




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