Nov. 28, 2011

As Years Pass

by James Collins (author's profile)

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As Years Pass

I am a brother
Knocking on the past—with letter
Hoping family will remember—
The freckled and fun.
To them I was Jimmy
The boy bringing home bullfrogs,
But as years pass
I've become a casual whisper
That crosses their lips...
I was taken away
Where the unkind
and evil live
Now a stranger wrinkled with time.

—James W. Collins

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StephSkaff Posted 13 years ago. ✓ Mailed 12 years, 12 months ago   Favorite
The more you write, the less you become a whisper on anybody's lips. Keep sharing these honest, beautiful poems with us, your readers. Thank you for your inspiration.

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