The Left Behind

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Written on 10/02/2018

Saturday, 19:39


He had big dreams that little boy

When he wasn't over his favorite toy

He smiled, laughed, and hoped

In the near future he'd be freed


His eyes had a glint once

Till everyone made sure it dies

He had faith in the unseeable

Till he lost it all to the unforgettable


He saw his friends leave one by one 

Wondering when would come his time

He waited till his phone beeped

For one of his friends to tell him how good it's to be freed


But that text never came 

'Cause his friends had a different aim

That wanted to enjoy life and move on 

Didn't want to be held back by a lone


He gave up that now grown man

On friends, love and all he can 

He changed from the person he was

The one filled with so much brightness

And would readily bounce

At adventures and opportunities.



#change    #stayingthesame    #movingon



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