Bookends (Blogophilia 2.12)

Bookends on a bench
Marking time.
Time is all we have
Watching the leaves run
Green, yellow, brown.

When I was young
Ms. Rudisill said
I’d change the world,
On airplanes far from this bench
Alas, other the worlds
Never came.

Until you came
Half contentment, half chain
Ambition blew away
Two boys, no wandering
From this meadow.

Now we are bookends on a bench
Marking time.
It is all we have
Watching the leaves run
Green, yellow, brown.

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Topic-Dave Coon
Pic- Stormy Gail Dormire
Pic guesses: Bench (in blog), Bookends (in blog), Reminiscing, Marking time (in blog), meadow (in blog), Leaves (in blog), true love, through the years.

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