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Days Gone By
No more skating rush on neighborhood rink chasing puck
on a cold, cold night, frostbite nipping young nose.
No more hard study of hardback books in library, in dorm,
in cafe with friends, eagerly finding out, finding my way.
No more exulting run in deep outfield to track down softball’s
long flight, snagging in outstretched glove, triumphant.
No more wandering around campus at night, finding faith in the dark
of a chapel, or throwing up under a tree after a town bar outing.
No more low swipe of forceful foot to kick soccer ball into the heart
of guarded net on rugged pitch, joyful in play.
Now I am in a different place, an older place, yet young in heart
still, with heartfelt thanksgiving.
© James Joseph Snyder
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| James J. Snyder |
James Joseph Snyder, retired engineer living in Minnesota. Writing poetry from a young age, published at age six in a book of children’s poems. He enjoys the revelations of wonder and the process of writing poetry. Publications include Lucky Jefferson, Ariel Chart, Spank the Carp, and Cracked Walnut Anthology 2023.
I only had one year of college but this brought me back to that time! It's a welcomed memory as I sit here in my pale brown cubicle of a pale brown corporate office job.
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