Mel's Poems

Where you were raised

Sometimes, when Im feeling down feeling lost and can't be found, I take a drive. The trees grew fast to the point where you have to trim it down to let the roots catch up. Sometimes I feel like roots trying to catch up in my own life, that's why I drive. I drive by that old house we're I grew up park by that old tree where everyone got suck. I take it in. This is where it all began. The road has been real long, and it's really tough, but somehow, I survived and grew up. There is not a day that goes by. I don't think about this place where I grew up. Life is short, so live every minute. It's ok to dwell on the past. Make sure you find a new beginning. So don't forget the good old days where you were raised.