We age so fast
Too fast
The days of sun and flowers
Turn to ash, in the memories of days
When I was a child, I dreamed of being a man
But now, I wish I took the time, to stay
A child
Now my parents gone
Siblings fading
Into shadows
My children don’t have time for me
Does anyone know
Or care
Where the toys are hidden
Where the angels sleep
Or even if there is
A Santa Clause
I wish I knew
God, I hope so.



Joseph Timmons 01/07/2016


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