Looking over my shoulder
A view of yesterday
Bridges burnt,
A lesson learnt,
And nothing stays the same,
It's someone elses game,
The trees obscure the bushes,
And my son id now a man.
His childhood obliterated in an instant,
I blinked and I am old,
Bunkered in a bygone space,
My Baby gone without a trace,
A stranger takes his place.
This wise person teaches me,
And disapears again,
Relevance is a passing phase,
The meaning has moved on
Too slow to grasp the import,
The moment now is gone,
A stranger came home today
And reminded me of me,
I wonder where he's been?
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