Title: Childhood people
by David from Durham | in writing, poetry
I remember them,
They were my childhood people
The ones I sat in the sand pit with
Eating grains and making lop sided
Castles, unaware and aware of
Each other, not caring
A state we may return to
Come latter years.
Or the ones I kicked a football round with
After school in the park,
Even though ball games weren't allowed
We were young, equals, to some degree
Obviously some were fitter, better looking
Not that we'd notice, or care
Future doctors, lawyers, artists,
And the unlucky ones.
We played, unaware, till, that is
Society did divide and pair
Us to our roles, assigned or chosen
And we separated, occasionally, glancing
Or if looking, waving to one another
On the street, separate lives passing by
We no longer recognise one other, each only
Remembering, the childhood people we outgrew.
I was reminiscing about the past, and the friends I used to have but no longer had, and the title came to me, so I continued to write.
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