almost good poetry

growing pain

the room I used to sleep in
is now empty
all my clothes neatly packed in a box

the chair i spent hours in finishing schoolwork
is sold to a different family
I won't need it anymore

the toys I played with for hours
are sitting in the attic collecting dust
I'm too old to play with them

the kids I started school with
all have their license now
I'm still waiting for mine