A poem #18 – The sun was always shining

We sat on the grass in Regents Park,
awaiting A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
discussing our favourite Jolly Rancher flavours,
and all the while the sun was shining;
the sun was always shining.

The more I think of it,
the youthful feeling returns to me,
it spreads warm from my chest through my entire being,
like the best of friends in a distant memory.

A smile cracks my lips as I remember,
that day in the park and our childish whimsy;
I remember the sun was always shining,
I remember we used to be so happy.

Where did all the time go?
Oh Youth, oh Youth.

JP Collins


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