The sounds of life

It is the blank pages
The Lost Children’s stages

Days of laughter
That filled my rafters

It hit my brain
That is my sad refrain

What was missing
My constant wishing

The sounds of giggles
The playing and wiggles

Sweet smiling faces
No stressful traces

So deathly quiet
I miss the riots

Those days have now gone
No more happy songs

Old age moves along…

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