A Dream in NovemberA Poem by Not hereDon't forget to remember. Childhood.I had a dream like I've never seen. I saw a boy in it with some tattered jeans. A face that was washed but never clean, a young boy, not even age fifteen. I saw him there, with the knees ripped out. He was too happy to ever pout. He was a young lad, and he didn't care if he woke up in the morning with bed hair. remember all the trouble we're gettin' in. See all the fences we climb across, back to days when we didn't have a job or boss. Come with me, see every scraped knee, every bloodied elbow and climbing tree. Every cup of tea that we didn't like; every time we crashed our brand new bike. Life was easier in the days we forgot, so come with me to when we learned a lot. I had a dream like I've never known. I saw a boy in it with a blue snow cone. Every time he woke up, he seemed to have grown. When he talked, it sounded like a megaphone. Remember your best friend. What a friendship- could never end. But you moved away, or they changes grades. Maybe somebody got new shades. Then, they became part of the superstars, don't have room for you on their handlebars. Now you're just a friend with a lot of scars, another chapter in their memoirs. But childhood doesn't end, when all of your memories blend, or when your friends just up and go, or when you forget everything you know. It's a lesson I learned in that dream, mid-November. Childhood doesn't end 'til you forget to remember. Don't forget to remember.
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