Warm August Sun; a clover for your hair

Yearlong embrace

you watch me walk away

How does the saying go again?

If you Love something set it free


Change is the only constant in life

Sometimes you grow apart


And if it comes back to you, its

Meant to be


But we’re getting older


From smooth, glowing faces…

...we grew...

Stubble, wrinkles,

acne scars

Faded away


I drove off That Night

You Let Me Go

You Let Me Grow

Rain in our eyes

The years have gone so fast


But I Must Grow

This new year

This new chapter


I must go Alone.  

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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