Final Bow Poem by Phil Panebianco

Everything is different now,
times have changed and childhood has taken it's final bow.
I have watched friends come and go.
But is this the end of the show?
I have seen so much through the eyes of others.
Yet they are nothing more than distorted memories.
Some stories go untold and some leaveyou hanging on.
Like a dramatic poem, filled with words that challenge your thinking.
Like a mystery that has gone unsolved.
Because our childhood stories have no end.