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A Poem by Barbara Borel

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When a child is a child there's no fear. All of life seems so clear. No one sees what really goes on. No one sees the life they pawn.

Children take in all of life's views. Then grow up with all those blues. All the hell they didn't go through , is raining cold and all is new.

Why can't we grow young instead of grow old? Rot away till our lives are sold. Why not keep those childish views and knock away all that older news .

Lets just stay young but we won't cry. Let's just stay young so we won't die.

BMB

© 2016 Barbara Borel

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Added on November 7, 2016
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Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA

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Born and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..