You could eat pancakes all day
When I was a boy
No one was ever in a hurry
My grandfather used to show me
The foundations of the country
You could see faces everywhere
For free, unobscured
When I was a boy
They had just discovered the cure for boredom
And it rained blood constantly
When I was a boy
My mother pointed out how overnight
I became skinny and morose
And now even she is a ghost
You could spend the whole day dreaming
When I was a boy
No one forgot to love a stranger
My father used to take me
To see the limits of my imagination
It was a wonderful life
When I was a boy
Thank you for commenting..enjoy your pancakes 👍👍
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Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you!
Epic!
Gorgeous.
Speak for yourself, young lady ❤️❤️
Lol thanks Jim even my dog Jasper had a smile at that comment. 💙🦋
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Human, relatable, and insightfully penned🌸…. May we all find our way back to that childlike imagination where there’s no limits…
Wow, my best review…thanks ❤️❤️
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Interesting poem…..
and also a beautiful message!!
Great work
Thanks, much appreciated 😊
Wonderful poem, Jim!
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Thanks Jim. Loved all around
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A beautiful and poignant reminder of another time. I enjoyed reading this, several times, while eating my pancakes. Thank you.
Thank you so much 😘😘
It’s as real now as it was then. 🥞🍃☕️
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It’s so thoughtful Jim. I could imagine everything…🌹🌻💐
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Well said.