By The River* (or, Soliloquy On The Way Home)

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I remember my childhood

When all things are bright and good.

By the river I just sat

For pleasures I really want.

The children laughing, the children playing,

The people bright and gay.

Beside the river I enjoy looking,

So I pass there day by day.

But alas! I have grown to do

Some things that are new.

Where is the river that I cherish

And the joy that I still wish?

I understand what I must do

From childhood to being anew.

By the river, I can think of it

To have the joys for just a little bit.

*My first – and only surviving – poem from my childhood days, dated November 24, 1992

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