The young, the vulnerable, and the innocent
The days where stress was never found
Where our happiness outshone the sadness
Times where the simple things gave us joy
As years went by we started to grow
Growing into demanding children draining our parents gold
The Once young and innocent,
No longer described the now fully grown children with their hearts full of greed
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Childhood
PoetryA broad summary of how the changes in the world has shaped my peers and I.
