I wrote this poem in 1995

I see a wall of colors bright.
There is a strength, some unkown light.

Seasons change blue to gray,
Time passes by as children play,
Memories past forgotten at last,
By the eve of the first school day.

I see the wall but cannot feel,
I see the wall but it is unreal,
Fun we think, forever lost,
Fun we think, but at whose cost,
To look upon with no insight,
that glow becomes a little less bright.

At times we look, but do not see,
What it takes to do …
then to be.

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