Drinking from hoses

Soaring high on tire swings,
In a fort of make believe,
Safe and sound,
Carefree and naive,
wishing to be older,

Skinned elbows and bruised knees,
Our only tragedies,
Life hadn’t began smolder

Our friends were our wings, daring us to fly,

Navigating us in through play time seas,
Swimming side by side through our childhood

Always full speed ahead,

Black and white answers from infantile philosophers, there manifesto to be told.

Skipping ahead like games of hopscotch,
the games become fewer,
Bicycles are traded for whiskey bottles,
School boy smiles for the scent of a woman,
Life’s metamorphosis fades with the sun.

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