Oh childhood days of play and mirth,
Kids dreamt of growing and leaving this Earth.
To spread their wings and explore the sky,
It's sad they have to bid their childhood selves goodbye.
Through twists and turns and open doors,
They sought out further than the indoors.
With courage strong they had dared to roam,
Leaving the safety of their inside home.
Independence loud, calling their name,
As they step forth, it's not quite the same.
With each new challenge, they learn and grow,
Navigating life's path and flow.
While nostalgia whispers, so soft and clear,
Almost as if it was right in their ear,
For days of innocence, that now seem so dear.
They embrace the journey, come what may,
As they grow up and learn to find their own way.
They must go, but it's not too sad,
When you think about it, growing up isn't all that bad.
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PoetryListen, I write poems, but I write really shitty ones. You're going to hate them and that's the whole point of sharing them. I hope you hate them and I hope you talk shit about them. Bye.
