ChildhoodA Poem by AustinI've been thinking about this lately. What happens when leggos aren't fun any more? What happens when you stop playing with toys? What happens... when you grow up.
As I grow older, the world becomes dimmer. The once radiant light of a child's mind has faded. I cling to any remnants of those times with desperate hands Because when I am too old to remember, I will have truely died. Adults are so consumed by the worries in life, And it is life that forces them to become that way. None of us can escape that fate So hold on with all your strength to childhood. When we have to venture away from our homes, When we have to get jobs to support ourselves, When life forces us to grow up... It will be too late to go back. © 2009 Austin |
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1 Review Added on January 8, 2009 AuthorAustinRobertsdale, ALAboutI'm a normal guy. I got into writing in my high school's creative writing class. It really helps me get rid of built up stress. I write whatever I'm feeling so I dont have a specific genre. YAY...? We.. more..Writing
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