It used to be just about
all the simple things
We never used to worry about
what tomorrow would bring
Life was just so easy, we'd
run free with no strings
We could fly with no wings
finding heaven on the swings
Oh, whatever happened to those simple things
It's been quite a long while now and instead of waiting for something great to come along, I figured I'd just post something. Like most of my little poems, I wrote this one today on a whim. I want it to be the first stanza of something larger and have some idea of where I want it to go. So, I hope I get the time and will to come back to it at some point.
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