That's what I used to do run and catch the ball,
run like the wind, no caution
to the bumps in the road,
no thoughts of future consequence,
or the concrete beneath my feet.
Broken bones, like broken dreams
can be mended by time,
what was done years ago is referred to often
as though it was a preacher's sermon,
ignored every Sunday.
Whether the scent of roses are remembered,
or the fact that you could touch the sky,
I guess it doesn't make any difference,
everything is sweeter when you are young,
and everything sparkles like a diamond.
Sweet memories such as these are kept close
in a treasure chest known as your mind,
never let anyone steal the key,
or you'll be locked out of your past,
can the fall of the future be far behind?
Timothy Michael Divito c1997
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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