through the layers, through the glass
bringing upon a painful numbness
that feeds on memories of significance past
a snowy day with lingering thoughts
sprinkled with doubts of years gone by
kids in gore-tex and feathered down
oblivious or naive, they're fortunate
as i watch them play, I
recall the dynamics of childhood
the drawbacks of change
the gift and the curse of age
beautiful spontaneity, limitless hope
empty black evenings and blanketless cold
striking contrasts with eerie similarity
a portrait encompassing our youth
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