Child Of The Road
Once on a rock beside a road
I sat watching the passers by
When one among them showed
To look back with a questing eye
He was a child, not more than three
Tagging along a dog behind
But once they rounded out a tree
The two, I no longer could find
That child, I thought, could once be me
Of many roads way back in time
Hopping along a preset way
As would a scripted playful mime
Life then was Spring, without the cares
The wilds with birds we hunted down
Me and my father put up snares
All conservation was our own
But Time has rounded out a tree
The child we no longer could find
Neither were wilds, even the spree
Except what were left in my mind.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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