Into this night we dive
Lost in pleasures drive
Sensing both with touch and sight
I find we’re locked in tight

We crumble to the floor
Our plot is still in tact
To heal this world of pain
And keep our childhood pact

It seems as we get older
We rarely find the time
We use to play more often
The games were all sublime

© 10/29/2008
William Grant Preston

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