This
When did we change,
From throwing paper planes, And driving wooden trains,
To this.And when did we grow, From angels in the snow,
Lots of things we didn't know,
To this.Can you put your finger on the day, When we never again did play,
Our childhood wasted away,
To this.And when did we get taller,
Our dreams get smaller,
So now the only thing that's left in life,
Is this.
YOU ARE READING
𝟏𝟔 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒.
Poetry"𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭." *** 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘨�...