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Back Then

2/3/00

The world held many a secret
In those days
The way the sun rose on a fresh morning,
The way the world seemed to sigh at dusk
The way clouds could turn into fairytale shapes

Everything was smaller
More intricate
A grand world of infinite magic
And excitement
Between blades of grass

Life was good then.
No credit cards, no jobs,
No late nights lamenting concerns
Of school and love
Every day was a new voyage.

I wanted so much to grow up, then.
To be like my elders, to be part of the world.
Had I only listened to them, and heeded their advice.

The younger days are fast gone,
And gone forever,
Except for in my memories.