Childhood Days
J
James McLain
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They, nay none may ever say.
Having given up those days
for sunny happy these.
You were always waiting.
Our haunted little people days
and love and pain
running off together into then.
We were all that both all knew.
No one cared.
Faltered, falling, fragile, failing
waiting there for me.
There you always were.
Standing in deep water.
Standing all alone,
waiting for the night to shed each burning day.
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