I am a man now,
Where did my youth go?
washed out in the rain
or left in the snow,
to melt into nothing.
I never saw it go...
Forgotten in grasses
on a sunday afternoon
lost from a pocket
or hole in the shoe.
Was it left with the natives?
on an adventure afar
or caught in a pond
and left in a jar
on the cracked windowledge
of an abandoned tree house.
Left to gain dust
in the pages of a book.
was it left in the boot,
of my friends first car?
or was it outgrown?
left in some seedy bar,
with smoke stained walls
and sticky old floors
dim dirty lighting
and a broken down door....
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