Aging, weird isn't it?
As we age the knee scratches and the fallen ice creams decrease
yet the tears and the sadness only increase.
Instead of ice creams we watch our dreams being squashed down
and instead of scratching our knees we end up wounding souls.
Pillows are no longer for building forks but for crying yourself to sleep.
Oh well, I guess that's just how aging is meant to be.
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Poems from Wonderland
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