POEM: Backdoor

A day came to past recalling a memory of favor
Savoring a future dream lazily along the banks of backward
Where ticking clocks met old paved walks
A back door of time revealed

Objective reality rolled and bounced aside, the toys of tomorrow
Sorrow is only play money played for today's time to borrow
Hopscotch to ticking clocks on old paved walks
A back door of time revealed

How happiness frets upon the seconds to settle wages of minute thoughts
Mindful dreams of past to be freshly caught again
Backwards tick tock
A dance, a walk
A back door of time revealed

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