An Anaphora

Gone!

Gone were the days

Of fun and laughter

Of tumbles and trauma

Gone were the feelings

Of wanting to be an adult

To do adult things

And get rewarded

Gone  were the backyard

That witnessed the tears

Of the childhood experience

And the triumph of

Boyhood strength

Gone were the neighborhood

Whose kids have grown

And flew to new nests

Gone were the houses

Close to your heart

To make way for developers

To enrich themselves

But we still witness

The antics of those vying

For higher office where

Gone were the players of old

Replaced by new ones

Where the game is still the same

Only the players have changed!

Note: In Poetry Jam one is encouraged to create an Anaphora Poem where there is a repetition of a word throughtout. I've chosen the word 'Gone"

Submitted for Poetry Jam's Anaphora Poem and d'Verse's OpenLinkNight Week#33