Time's Trick

[ambassadorona]

I kissed my son on the forehead
He was wet and smelled like rain
And I wished just for a moment
That I was a child again
That I could run through the sprinklers
As these last days of Summer came
Oh Fickle Father Time
I wished
Please take away my pain

Comments

[jonchiz67]

Good poem!

I can identify with that.