Forgive me for my present

Give me back my past

It is there I am living

With you

The one who got away.

Where are you now,

In these every days?

Are you still you

And living

As I used to know?

Give me back those days,

My today’s I will trade,

For they just pass

And fill my moments,


Outside eyes are peering

Seeing only prim rose shadows.

I am hiding from the world

A life unseen,

A life lost.

I am growing old,

Life too,

And I am weary,


Weary for a past


© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville


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