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
2025 apr 13
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