callmetj's InkSpot
Come Out and Play
| When I was still a little boy The highlight of each day, Was when you knocked upon my door Asking, “Can Tim come out and play?” For us, time had no measure As the seasons slipped on by. We spent near every day together Playing 'neath an endless sky. Our youthful dreams were shattered When you came teary-eyed one day. With trembling lips you told me You were moving far away. Fate brought us back together once When we were starting life anew. We had no way of knowing then I'd soon move far away from you. For years our paths were distant Yet we were never far apart, No matter where life took me I held you closely in my heart. Then, all these long years later, There came this joyful day- You knocked once more, upon my door Asking... “Can Tim come out and play?” |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
