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  Things Passed  

sometimes as I walk
                  through my day
I find myself kicking past
                               the crumpled pages
                                                       of old and obsolete                              

              hopes and dreams
shuffling through
            piles of dead futures
                       that were never really
                                                            meant to be.

every now and then
         I stop
                   and pick one up

smooth out the wrinkles
                  and remember how it felt
to want that
                        or long for this.

                            But I've grown up
                 and grown past
and don't really miss
               them anymore.

I just wonder
         as I watch my son carry around
all of his possibilities
                     which ones will be discarded
and will he look back at them



May 2007



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