Yester-meA Poem by twinklestarChild of the past holds his/her sights on adult of here and now. The innocence of a time so simple seems like eons ago. Adult of here and now reflects upon child of the past. Hand in hand they skip along conferring with one another. Of things that will come to pass and things that once were. Yester-me, hear me and know that life will be problematic, I wish for you to only Make merry and enjoy the carefree days of childhood.
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