In a simpler time,
I smiled easily.
Littering the paths,
the sunlit grass,
smiles charmed the
wakened earth.
Follies of my innocence:
unrequited smiles
traverse the emptied
lanes;
I am alone today,
reflecting on how times have changed:
smiles do not come easily anymore,
and when they do –
they are relics
of a simpler time,
when I was young
and love flowed easily.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson