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Abandoned ~~~ A Poem

 

 

(c) Andre Govia
(c) Andre Govia

 

Abandoned

Toys left on a window ledge
bright colors dim with age
waiting for little hands
to grab and play again

The sky cries in sympathy
it’s tears streaking dusty panes
painted smiles shine on through time
Wood, plastic, tin, they wait in vain

Abandoned, who knows how long ago
but memories were made in distant past
childish laughter filled the air
Happiness flowed within those toys

So, they wait, these abandoned toys
for all those little girls and boys
to once more hold them in their hands
and giggle with abandoned joy

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Abandoned To The Past

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Abandoned To The Past

 

 

Children’s laughter floats upon the air
Spun sugar smells linger here and there
Swan boat sits in waters eerily still
It’s paint peeling, reeds growing, at a standstill

Ferris wheel, large circle outlined against the sky
Seats swinging, creaking, a bit cock-eye
Once painted bright colors of all hues
Faded now with rust showing through

I stand upon the rotting pier
Bare trees stand sentinel so austere
I close my eyes against the lambast
A silent tear falls, abandoned to the past.