Grown Up

To be a child again...

I'm praying to the lawn of dappled light

The tall old trees with mothy leaves,

My old bike.

I'm praying to that picnic in the park

My baby cousins, my best friend Jess

My dad's old car.

Don't let life hurt me 

Anymore.

Reviews

[Matthew]

In my English class, I tell the students to "snap for good poems". This would get a lot of snaps. Good job.

[Silver]

Don't let life hurt me

Anymore.

I hope it will not