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A repost: For all the years we've missed.

Might I seethe this lonely perch 

An ends to meet with scruffy birch, 

It’s colder here than was before, 

Yet many woes’ that come no more. 

I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom, 

You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom? 

The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride, 

May this envy be contagious?

These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?

I might recon that is so,

Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.

Four corners set each way, 
And I still sit in the box. 
The left could sin me, 
Right could win me, 
Front or back could block. 
I could become a famous tool, 
Or infamously triumph, 

Move onwardly,

My dear,

Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,

If not understood first. 

So dream abruptly,

Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,

But let it frighten your soul.