On the other side, I see myself as a boy.
Trying to get his mother attention.
He then thinks of the one thing he won’t mention.
It makes him cry and wish that he could take it back.
One memory after another, just a big stack.
What to do now?, that question concerns me.
I want to have a good life with the kitty.
She is there by my side telling not to worry.
Where negativity goes there is no hurry.
The past is the past let it stay behind.
What has been done has been recorded by time.
What time we have left, Let the sun shine.
Talk about what to look forward to.
All we have left is just me and you.
A squirrel and a cat.
Imagine that!
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