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What We Have Forgotten
The youth of our long ago,
tiptoes around the edges of our sight.
We have been Che Guevara and Kent State,
Or lying in the mud with our souls
Bathed in the light of complete darkness
As happy as larks, stinking in joyful bliss
Speaking volumes of love to mother earth
Until the realization of parenting slaps us silly.
Yet we change little,
Years of frustration escape the fundamental desire
To seek what we long have forgotten, being innocent
Being at peace with the breakage of our bodies,
Not as immortal as we once might have thought
But more immortal than we ever realized,
As love grows deeper and deeper,
and we continue toward some point in time,
where we find that laughing at ourselves
is the muse that pulls us ever closer.