11-01-2014, 05:16 AM
Erosion cracked away the cliffs
we trampled without care,
our paths have vanished in the shifts
since I last wandered there.
The homes that lined the bay have broke,
stuck shattered in the sand;
and kids and dogs no longer poke
their noses where we ran.
Our jungle gym had monkey bars
for drinking by the lake,
where bad ass teens would shirk the stars
to watch the girls bums shake.
Those bluffs were home, not long ago,
to me and my first friends,
perhaps it’s better not to know
that even memories end.
we trampled without care,
our paths have vanished in the shifts
since I last wandered there.
The homes that lined the bay have broke,
stuck shattered in the sand;
and kids and dogs no longer poke
their noses where we ran.
Our jungle gym had monkey bars
for drinking by the lake,
where bad ass teens would shirk the stars
to watch the girls bums shake.
Those bluffs were home, not long ago,
to me and my first friends,
perhaps it’s better not to know
that even memories end.


