I spy with my weary eye,
lions and tigers and bears… oh my!
Let’s dwell upon the dreams of youth
not yearnings from the long of tooth.

A time to ponder thoughts serene,
not trapped behind some jaded screen
of hidden hearts from lovers past.
Those days were never meant to last.

But watch those joyful shards of light
That bring your dream love back each night
Yet leaves all perils at your door
to dream that love forever more.

Behold that chided grip of time,
it’s folds within itself sublime
with knowing that it’s day will come.
If not for all then all for some.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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