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The Do Nothing Days
by Michael Romani

The do nothing days come to pass
With only their memories held; alas
Kept as long as we can in our minds
Even after we're forced to leave them behind

Childhood friends that we'll never forget
Childhood pastimes that we'll never regret
Even if we should live to be hundred less one
The best of us cling fondly to things done

Never forgetting the best friends made
Talking endlessly in our childhood's shade
These friends we'll carry for our lifetime
To do anything less would surely be a crime

Fading away at bittersweet childhood's end
We are told to hurry along and put away pretend
Perhaps one of the roughest messages life will send
One from which so many never truly mend

(c)  March 26, 2019   Michael Romani
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