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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Time Gone By

Where are my friends?
Kids like me.
Where have they gone?
When did they leave?
One day here, then disappeared,
my whole life in them.
Summer came,
school let out,
twists and turns of fate,
and I lingered on the playground
alone,
waiting, waiting,
looking in the distance,
wondering why one or another
did not come.
Then returned empty hearted
to a house called life.

Years later gazing from an office
window, in a car
turning left instead of right,
in hope to see my buddies,
my best friends
and then go home,
disconsolate,
that the friends I loved,
were no longer in the places
where I know them,
never found to be found again.

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