ONE MORE TIME
Can I go back to when I was young
When I didn’t understand a thing
When news was icky and I didn’t
Know guns , or murder
When police were explained
That they were my friend
When all I was told
Was don’t eat or take
Candy from a stranger
Why did I have to grow up
And understand the pictures now
War is hell, heroes are ignored
Crime is up, murder is cold
Beauty has faded
The skies grow dark
As fighting continues on
Oh how I wish I could go back in time
And be innocent once again
Give me my baby
And magic bottle
Let me cuddle her
And whisper my
Secrets to her
If only for one more time.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
08.20.2014
(Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry)
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