Sunday, June 12, 2011

Coming of Age Poem

When you're little
it's easy to pass the time
playing games
and learning rhymes.

There was always a smile
a happy face
back then
the world was a friendly face.

Now the world
seems sad and blue
there's work and school
and chores to do.

Now that I think
this lifes not so bad
more friends, more sports,
no reason to be sad.

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