Reminisce

Growing up you used to think 

the world was small. 

As tiny as the spaces between 

your fingers as you crawled,

and even the roads where 

you learnt to run your kite on.

Now everything is suddenly 

bigger and far away. 

Your work becomes your life 

until you are old and grey. 

You missed the slow days 

and dancing in the rain. 

You wished you can go back 

and live that life all over again. 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I will be honest . . . I read that you are a student, so I figured you are young (compared to me, at 63) so I was wondering how this poem would go, since it starts out as if spoken by a person much older than you. Sometimes young people miss the mark, when imagining how it is thru an old person's eyes. But I'm happy to say this poem is spot-on, as far as capturing the way it feels. You use vivid detailed examples to show instead of tell. Nice rhyming that doesn't take away from your strong message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Rose Kim]

I'm glad that the effect came through. Thank you for the feedback Margie!